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Our love roars
“Home, sweet home.” Blair sighs contently, as Dan opens the door of his loft. “Well, more like an intermediate stop before home, but still…”
“You know, I was getting quite worried hearing you calling Brooklyn home. Now I do recognize you!” Dan makes her laugh, as he puts his bag on the floor and sits on the bed.
“But you’re the main reason why I play around in Brooklyn so much. Ain’t it enough?” She giggles, kissing him.
“Mm, more than enough.” He smiles against her lips.
“You know, Dan, I really loved all those trips together, they also taught me something important, especially the one in Providence. There’s something I won’t ever forget.”
“The RISD Museum, right? The Decorative Arts galleries were so impressive and so full of…”
Dan interrupts himself when he sees his girlfriend shaking her head.
“Their total lack of good taste in fashion: There were matching that could be okay in what? Twenty years ago, maybe?” Blair comments, still annoyed by the memory.
“To be honest, I’ve noticed that they bought my book, not the way they were dressed.”
“But I did, honey and this has been a sort of revelation: now I know what I have to do.”
“Interesting. Would you mind explaining yourself better?” He urges her, hugging her from behind, as she sits on his lap.
“I’ll talk my mother into letting me create my own clothing line, addressed to girls who live outside the City, at an affordable price, but without sacrificing the good quality.” She informs him, getting up.
“Admirable. Kind of noble, too. There’s only a tiny problem: you don’t happen to be a stylist.” Dan grumbles.
- While my sister is; a stunningly talented one, for the record… but maybe it’s still too soon to cross that bridge!- He ponders.
“Of course I’m not, but a wise person once told me I’m an evil dictator of taste, a dictator who could perfectly lead her team of stylists and tailors, if Mother allowed me to have one.”
“Uh, so am I a wise person now?” Dan smugly smirks, getting up to reach her.
“You’re so many things, Dan Humphrey.” She smiles, kissing him once more.
“I’m also a soon-to-be fired author if I don’t show up to my editors with a new draft… which I’d better start working on, since the meeting is this afternoon.” Dan explains, drawing his laptop out of his bag.
“Good. I’m on my way too, I’ve told you I have a mission. And possibly a direction where to go. Looks like the compass you gave me helped.” She winks at him, as he walks her to the exit.
“Go grab what you deserve, then. Fingers crossed for you.” He cheers.
“Thanks, love.” She crosses the threshold, but turns before he closes the door.
“Huh, Dan?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s good to be back to our routine.”
He stares at her puzzled, as she walks away.
Dan closes the door and goes back to his room.
Routine.
Routine.
Routine.
That word echoes in his mind as he tries his best to ignore it and focus on his job and he’s professional enough to do so.
So, about a couple of hours later, when he’s done with his draft - this time a noir with some historical hints -, Dan is free to let the Paranoia demon eat him from within.
- She said we are back to our routine. Routine as boredom. At least, during my book signing sessions we made love in so many different places. But now that we’re back in New York, she probably thinks that every day with me is just the same. - He lies down on his bed, scratching his head. -Oh, c’mon, she had a history with Mr. Eyes-Wide-Shut; of course she’s growing bored. I must make something up. -
His eyes fall on his Cabbage Patch.
“Hey, Cedric, do you have any ideas to spice things up? And, nope, voyeurism is not an option!”
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Eventually, Dan has managed to move his body from his house, but not his mind from his constant thought, as he approaches the Simon & Schuster headquarters.
And that’s when he notices a sexy-shop not far from there.
He glances at his clock.
It’s twenty to three in the afternoon.
His meeting is at 3:15.
There’s plenty of time.
That’s why he enters the shop and he immediately finds what he’s looking for.
Something that goes even beyond his expectations.
Something that Blair has been asking for a while.
It’s time to please her and also himself.
Of course, it wouldn’t be very professional to go to the meeting with a highly questionable lustful bag, that’s why Dan decides he’s going to retrieve his kinky purchase once he’s done with his editors.
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The meeting went wonderfully, the editors were delighted by his new project; which means that now Dan actually has to write it, although he really has no ideas at the moment.
His mind has been ruled by one thought only which isn’t exactly writing.
He grabs his mobile to send a text message to his girlfriend.
‘Hey, how did it go? Still keeping my finger crossed. XOXO D.’
The answer comes almost instantly, not with a message, but with a phone call.
“Hey, Dan!” She greets him.
“Hi, love, did the meeting already end?”
“More like the meeting never took place. Mother said she was too busy today to hear my ideas, but she’ll find the time tomorrow. And I’m doing some comfort shopping.” Blair replies, as she fumbles through Chanel’s new collection.
“I’m sure that tomorrow is going to be epic. Is it early in the morning?” He tests the waters.
“Nope. She said it’s in the afternoon. Why?”
“Because this way you could spend the night with me and take things slow in the morning. The lazy, cuddling kind of slow.” He murmurs.
“Mm. Sounds so appealing. I’ve told you that you’re the main reason I like hanging around in Brooklyn.” She giggles. “Can we also add one of your awesome hot chocolates?”
“Deal.” He chuckles. “And ordering your favourite gourmet pizza for dinner as we watch some classic movies?”
“You do know me, honey.” She grins.
- Another kind way to tell me that we have nothing but routine? I’ll show you, my dear. - Dan plots.
“Alright. Be at my place at nine o’ clock sharp. Don’t knock, I’ll leave the door open.” He instructs her.
“Oooh, I like that. See you later, honey.” She hangs up.
- Good. This should give me enough time to set everything ready. - Dan muses.
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When, right on time Blair opens the door that, just as Dan has announced, it’s not locked, there’s no Dan waiting for her on the other side, as she expected and Dan's shutter is lowered.
“Dan? Are you there?” She walks in the corridor, when she finds out that all the lights are turned off with candles scattered all around.
“Oh!” She exclaims, surprised, even more when she notices a box with a black ribbon on it and a folded sheet.
“‘Dinner can wait, our passion can’t. Knock on my shutter once you’re dressed with what’s in the box. Yours. D’” She reads out loud that note written with his elegant handwriting.
She’s beyond thrilled when she lifts the box lid.
Once she’s ready, she knocks at the shutter and when Dan lifts it up, both stare at each other in awe.
Blair is wearing a super sexy golden, translucent and see-through body suit with long sleeves,with a zip in the middle that can be lowered down to the belly and further more.
There’s golden fur all over the end of the sleeves and the body ends, around the very exposed decoltè line, not to mention the furry hood with lion ears.
"Rooooar!" It’s Blair’s way to greet him, with her manicured hand posing as claws.
When he sees her at first Dan almost drops the whip he’s holding, which is the perfect accessory for his outfit.
He’s wearing black, skinny leather pants with a typical tamer dovetail jacket, red and black, but sleeveless, exposing his well toned forearms and his bare chest.
He also has a black-top hat that fits him to a T.
His nails have black polish and he wears eyeliner. Even his lips seem to be more glossy than usual.
“I know, maybe I have exaggerated. I must look so ridiculous, especially with these stupid leather pants…” Dan grumbles, feeling nervous.
Blair places her index upon his mouth.
“Hush.” She cuts him off. “I beg to differ, my love. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a lioness now.. but I’m so gonna devour you!”
No sooner said than done.
Blair almost aggressively pulls him closer, grabbing the golden gold-fringed epaulettes of his jacket and smashes her lips against his; her body pressed against his leathery crotch, letting him know how much she’s eager to establish a closer contact.
He kisses her back with the same craving, his hands cupping her boobs through the unusual fabric.
“Mm. Your lips tastes like blackberries. I like it.” She murmurs against his mouth, before deepening their kiss.
Their devouring kisses go on for a while, but when Blair opens her eyes again she notices something she hadn’t seen before.
On the shelf there’s Cedric with a little strap of black satin tied around his eyes and ears.
“Did you really blindfold Cedric?”
Dan nods.
“You know, just to get in the mood..”
“Are you going to blindfold me, too?” She asks him, as she toys with his epaulettes.
“Only if you ask nicely…” Dan replies, cracking the whip on the floor for emphasis.
Blair bites her lower lip, even more turned on.
“Actually, nope. Save the blindfold for another time, honey. I really like what I'm seeing and I’d like to keep watching it!” She licks his cheek.
“See? There’s not only books or DVDs in my shopping basket.” He smirks, kissing her again.
“Ohh, I definitely approve of this kind of purchase.” She slowly passes her tongue on her upper lip. “Why didn’t you put on eyeliner before? You were really born to wear it, Dan…”
“Ah-ah. I’m only Mr. Tamer now and you’d better remember that.” He cracks his whips again.
Blair shivers in anticipation. Dan’s tone became so authoritarian.
He’s definitely stepped into the role.
“So, Mr. Tamer, am I supposed to have a name too or I’m just Lioness?”
“Of course you have a name. I thought about something wild and exotical: Marishka!” He reveals.
“Ohhh, like one of Dracula's brides in ‘Van Helsing’, I like it.” She grins. “Although, c’mon, I’m clearly more like Verona!”
“Do you really want to argue about that right now?” He counters.
“Oh no, Mr. Tamer. I beg your pardon. I only want to please you.”
“Right choice, Marishka. Now jump on my bed, chop-chop!” He crackles the whip on the floor twice.
She complies, waiting for his next move.
He walks closer to her, while standing.
“Kneel, Marishka.” He instructs her.
She stares at him, full of expectations, especially when he takes some steps even closer.
“Undo my pants.”
She unbuttons his pants, finding a pleasant surprise: no boxers underneath.
“Oh, Mr. Tamer, you’re so naughty!” She begins to caress his cock, with a light touch that makes it progressively hard.
“Oooh, you’re so good, Marishka.” He moans, as he lowers her hood and sinks his hand into her hair.
She begins placing soft kisses on the tip of his harder and harder cock.
She plays with it with her tongue, making it her lollipop.
He grunts in pleasure, waiting for more.
She balances herself grabbing his hips.
“Mr. Tamer, is there any chance you can keep your pants on? Leather does suit you so damn much…” She purrs directly against his cock, giving him a new very pleasant sensation.
“Granted.” He agrees as he sees his own cock disappear in her mouth, inch after inch, and then slowly surface and disappear once more.
“And the top hat, too, you’re so hot with that on.” She requires, after freeing his cock with a popping sound, as with one hand she takes good care of his balls.
“Anything you want, Marishka. As long as you don’t stop.”
She goes on, alternating licking, sucking and even tiny bites, as unexpected as appreciated.
“Oh, God, I’m so clooose.. just a tad faster...” He urges her, now with both of his hands pushing her head against him, but well aware she won’t choke.
One last squeeze is what he needs to finally come like warm champagne.
And she enjoys her reward, without wasting even one single drop.
As he recovers, she lays down on the mattress, inviting him with her lustful gaze.
“Care to join me, Mr. Tamer? Marishka feels kind of lonely here on her own.” She meows, playing with the long tail at the end of the bodysuit.
He literally jumps on her, kissing her and tasting himself, without any shame.
After all, when it’s about love, intimacy, passion and mutual complicity there’s really no room for any kind of shame.
He descends on her neck, sucking the skin harder and harder, marking her as his, as he does also right above her breasts.
“Uhm, Mr. Tamer, kiss me once more, I wanna get lost in your eyelinered eyes.”
He pleases her, as they kiss with their eyes open.
“And I’d really like to have your oh-so sexy black polished hands all over me…”
He pleases her, tracing her shoulders, forearms and arms, playing with the fur on her wrists and on her highly exposed decoltè.
He fidgets with the zipper, lowering it bit by bit, exposing more and more skin in the process.
He frees the upper part of her body from that fabric that now is beginning to feel too suffocating against her skin.
But he plays a lot with the tail, tickling her nose, abs and legs, before finally getting rid of her whole outfit.
“Hope you won’t mind if I take off at least the jacket…” He says and she nods, helping him with that.
He places little kisses on her pussy, but nothing more.
He wants her to beg him and she doesn’t make him wait for that any longer.
“Mr. Tamer, I need you.” She whispers, her legs parted, her eyes pleading.
However, he prefers to concentrate on her bare feet, massaging them, kissing and licking her ankles.
Delighful as fuck, of course, but not what she’s asking for.
“You need me to do what?” He teases her.
“I need you inside me. Please, Mr. Tamer…”
He kisses her way from her navel to her mouth, as his left hand lands on her core, two fingers exploring her, testing how ready she already is for him.
“More…” She begs, biting his lower lip.
He adds a third finger, twisting them in a way that drives her crazy.
Her panting, gradually increasing until the point she almost forgets how to correctly breathe.
His cock, hardening with pride as she reaches her first orgasm of that night.
“‘I may be the Tamer now, and yet I'm the one who wants to jump into your circle of fire!” He smirks, parting her legs more as he gets ready to penetrate her.
She abruptly switches positions , ending on top of him.
Dan grabs the whip and cracks it three times on the other side of the bed.
“Back off, Marishka. Lay down!” He orders, very bossy.
Something that makes Blair even more horny, if possible.
She pleases him, waiting for his next move.
He crawls upon her, with a victory smile plastered on his face.
“I’ve told you that I would have tamed you.”
“Oh, c’mon, you can’t be serious. Not about this!” She growls like a proper lioness, wriggling under his weight, but it’s useless.
“Especially about this!” He sneers, stretching her arms behind her head, then he grabs the whip and wraps it around her wrists a couple of times, holding the handle.
Of course, it’s not tight enough to hurt her, but enough to prevent her from switching roles again.
“I promise it’s gonna be worth it, I know what I’m doing. You’re gonna like it, a lot.” He murmurs, kissing her, as his free hand teases her core once more.
“Mm..” She moans.
Blair is liking the premises for sure.
Dan parts from her mouth, arching back, his fingers still working their magic.
“Do you want something even more satisfying than my hand?” He rhetorically asks her.
“Yessss!” She hisses, jolting when he retrieves his hand.
“And do you want it now?” He goes on, grabbing his hard cock as she spontaneously parts her thighs even wider.
“Yeeesss!”
“Even from this position?”
“Fuck me. Tame me. Just do something!” She urges him, pleased only when she feels him finally entering her.
Slowly, painfully slowly, at first.
- The cocky bastard is going to pay for all of this… Oh, god!- Blair already plots her revenge, but then he increases his pace, harder and faster, using both of his hands to lift her legs from behind the hollows of her knees to push even deeper.
Sending her to oblivion.
Not to mention how much she loves the contact with his leather pants and the noise they’re making.
Of course, now that he’s using both of his hands she could easily break free from the loosened whip and switch roles again, but it’s just the last of her thoughts.
- Stupid me for not allowing him to do that to me months before!- She reproaches herself.
She doesn't blame him if due to the frantic rhythm the tophat slipped from his head.
Quite the contrary, she loves to see his now sweat curly hair getting messier and messier.
“This is not one of Mr. Tamer’s orders, this is simply Dan… Tell me you love me, Blair!” He moans, staring at her as he keeps riding her.
His eyeliner now is all smeared.
And yet he’s never seemed more beautiful than this to her.
“Of course, I love you, Dan, I love you so much!” She smiles at him, welcoming every one of his thrusts.
“Good, because I love you so, so much, too, Blair.” He whispers.
“Can I break free now? I promise I won’t play any tricks.” She stares at him with a gaze that can’t lie.
“Granted.” He nods. “But only if you finally let me get rid of these damn things. They’re setting my legs on fire!” He makes her giggle.
“Deal.” She allows him to take his leather pants off.
Once she can move her arms again, she uses them to grab his shoulders and pull him closer for a demanding kiss, as she sinks her hands into his hair.
He slides inside her once more and she holds him closer, pressing him against her, scratching his back in the process, leaving tiny long red lines.
Something that Dan didn’t expect and makes him hiss in pleasure.
“Do it again. Harder.” Is Dan’s even more unexpected request.
Blair pleases him, sinking her nails deeper in his skin.
It’s probably the last thing he needed to finally come, shortly after Blair, and release inside her.
Blair takes the pill, that’s why she can enjoy the moment without any trouble.
“Okay, this was incredible and anything… but now I really need a shower.” She pushes him away, heading to the bathroom.
“Me, too.” Dan mumbles, getting up after he recovered. “Would you mind if we take one together?”
She grabs his hand, drawing him with her.
“It’s the only kind of shower I would accept.” She winks at him.
Once they’re both clean and dried, wearing only their underwear, Dan and Blair go back to bed, enjoying the pizza that Dan ordered.
Blair heads towards the shelf, grabbing Cedric and undoing the little blindfold around his head.
“This is surely something that Cedric can see without scandalizing his Cabbage Patch eyes.” She says, coming back to Dan’s waiting arms for some quality cuddling time.
“Before you ask, I know that in your bag you put your pajamas and everything, but you can find one of my old T-shirts under the pillow.” Dan informs her.
“Oh, you do know me, Humphrey!” She grins, taking the T-shirt, wearing it and snuggling closer to him once more.
“Hell yeah, I do. As I know that whenever you mention routine is not a good sign at all.” He confesses.
Blair parts from him to stare at him better.
“That’s it. That’s why you created all this!” She figures out. “I mean, I really appreciated that, it’s so good to discover a wild side of you that I ignored, but… it wasn’t necessary.”
Dan stares at her puzzled.
“It wasn’t?! You deliberately said you were getting bored with me, so I…”
Blair silences him with a kiss.
“Hush, honey and listen to me: probably you’ve never searched for the definition of ‘routine’ in my vocabulary, haven't you?" She giggles. “Let me enlighten you: to me ‘routine’ means safety, comfort. Two souls that recognize each other as equals. The feeling of always being at ease. Something to achieve for the rest of our life.”
“Oh.” It’s all Dan manages to say, mesmerized.
“Yeah, Dan. Oh. So, if you think about it, routine is maybe the sexiest word ever.” She smiles at him, entwining her fingers with his.
“I’ve been an idiot.” Dan sighs.
“Oh, I beg to differ: I really, really enjoyed my time with Mr. Tamer; I hope this is not the only time he shows up.” She makes him smile.
“Trust me, my dear, he can’t wait to have another fiery rendez-vous with Marishka. He’ll treasure her claws as a precious souvenir.” He reminds her how passionate she was.
“It seems that you don’t mind a little pain. We should do something about it.”
Dan questions her, full of expectations.
“What is your plan?”
“I still don’t know, but now that the kinky gate has been opened… brace yourself, Humphrey!” She winks at him. “However, what I was trying to say is that… of course, I’m up for any kind of wild, sexy games with you, but … even quiet days, spent to read books, or watching movies, or taking some walks, are perfectly fine, because it’s a day I’m sharing with you, Dan Humphrey. I love you.”
“Oh, Blair.” He kisses her, almost touched. “However, I think we have a big problem if you turn out to be the most romantic between us.” He makes her laugh.
“I know. Well, feel free to use some of my speeches in your next sappy, cheesy novel!”
“Hey!” He acts insulted, but then he smiles. “Here’s the Blair Waldorf I know and love!”
They kiss again, before laying down to get some sleep.
“Dan?” She whispers in the dark, caressing his chest as he holds her close.
“Mm?” He lazily replies, his eyes already closed, but still awake enough to hear her.
“Next time your stupid paranoia plays some tricks on you, just luxuriate in this certainty: whatever we do, our love doesn’t shyly meow. Our love roars.”
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THE END
