Title: The Penthouse

Rating: Hard M/NC17

Warnings: Consensual D/s (Dom/sub); course language; sexual aggression

Summary: Making excellent use of their recently acquired fortune, Chuck goes all out to provide a genuine BDSM experience for his new wife. Rated M for a reason. Set between the end of season 4 and beginning of season 5.

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck, and I did some research for this fic, so thanks to the dirty mind of the interwebs for inspiration.

The Penthouse

Sarah sat in the back of a black Lincoln, the driver up front carting her and her companion through the busy streets of Los Angeles. Her companion told her not to address him. She didn't know his name.

They'd been driving in relative silence since she was picked up from her home in Burbank. Her companion had knocked on the door, handed her a note, and told her to get ready and come with him. Sarah felt a wave of nervous sexual energy shoot through her at the way everything was happening. She knew they'd talked about this, once or twice, but to have it happen...

Sarah followed the directions in his note to the letter, then returned to her companion at the door and followed him wordlessly out to the car.

They'd been driving about 20 minutes. Not bad, considering how busy it was in town, even though rush hour was long past. She felt her stomach doing flips as she crossed her legs tightly, attempting to relieve some of the tension.

"Uncross your legs," said her companion. She glared at him. "You know the rules." She sighed and did as she was told.

More silence followed, until they pulled up in front of the Beverly Wilshire Hotel. Sarah leaned toward the window so she could see the building. It was extravagant, and not inexpensive to stay here. She knew that she and Chuck could now afford such things, having just received a tidy sum from Volkoff – but it still made her nervous to think that a single drop of liquor from the mini fridge would probably cost about the same as her monthly car payment.

"Wait here," said her companion, before stepping out of the car. She watched him pull out his cell phone, and through the open window could hear his end of the conversation.

"We're here," he said. A moment, and then, "How would you like her?" "And the payment?" "Yes sir. Will do."

He hung up and circled the car, pulling open Sarah's car.

"Come with me."

He started toward the building before Sarah had even gotten out of the car. She did so carefully, her dress dangerously short and tight. She was vaguely concerned that the hotel staff would think she was a prostitute. She made certain to have her wedding ring clearly on display as she jogged in ungodly heels to catch up with her companion.

He held the door for her. She was surprised he'd chosen that moment to employ some chivalry. Then she looked at the front desk concierge watching them, and realized he'd done it more for his benefit than her own.

He set out straight for the elevators, cutting through the ostentatious lobby without so much as a glance at the grandeur. Sarah had been there before on missions, and even she was still impressed by the place.

They waited a moment for the elevator to arrive. The man stepped in first; Sarah followed closely behind. If Sarah was curious about what room she'd be sent to, her curiosity was zapped when the man produced a key card and slipped it into the slot before pressing the button for the penthouse.

Sarah wasn't fresh off the turnip truck. She knew the penthouse cost a pretty penny. She had to remind herself that she and her new husband were now multi-millionaires... but it still hurt to think that he'd dropped at least $25,000 on this little endeavour.

She was pulled from her thoughts by her companion, who chose just this moment to start interacting with her as the elevator glided quietly upward.

"You are to do exactly what Mr. Bartowski asks of you. Do not address him unless he speaks to you first. If he does address you, only refer to him as Sir. Do you understand?" Having this unnamed stranger provide her with such intimate details made her a little uncomfortable, but Sarah knew that Chuck had arranged this, and it would behoove her in the long run to just go with it. Still, the tall, dark stranger made her more than a little uneasy. She made a mental note to question Chuck about him when she got a chance.

"I understand," she confirmed. There was a ding from the elevator just before the door slid open. Her companion extended an arm, gesturing for her to exit. She did so before turning back to him, confused as to why he wasn't also coming in.

"Wait here until Mr. Bartowski comes to collect you," he told her. "Don't touch anything."

The door slid shut, and then it was just Sarah, waiting in the middle of a massive lobby full of marble and gold finishes, impressive pillars and expensive dark wood. Everything was lavish. Everything was so terribly ostentatious. It was off-putting.

Sarah suspected that was the point.

She felt like she could hear her own heartbeat echoing throughout the open space. She shifted on her feet and the clack of her heels on the marble floor sent a loud noise throughout the room. She alternated between crossing her arms and letting them hang limply at her sides. She wasn't sure what to do now that she was standing there, dressed in next to nothing, waiting somewhat impatiently for her husband to arrive.

Husband.

That word seemed just a little strange to her at the moment.

Sir, she thought. I'll just call him Sir.

It was around that time when she finally heard footsteps making their way through the penthouse. Her first thought was to follow them, and to question what Chuck was thinking, springing for such expensive digs for this particular adventure. She clamped down on that urge, knowing that if this was going to go the way it was supposed to, the way they'd discussed, she'd had to keep her thoughts to herself and just do what she was told.

She was here to serve, she reminded herself. Serve and be served, in a way that she'd never really experienced before.

It was all very thrilling. Thrilling and nerve-wracking.

The footsteps came closer, until finally, finally, Chuck emerged from the left, his polished dress shoes making light noises on the marble floors, his black suit and red tie practically shimmering beneath the light from the chandelier, his hair slicked back and a look on his face more confident and cocky than Sarah was used to. It was oddly reassuring, seeing him in this light. She knew Chuck had come to play.

She noticed, also, a few items gripped in his hand. She couldn't get a good look at them, but the mystery was impressive enough to send a shiver up her spine.

"Sarah," Chuck greeted, his tone steady and businesslike. He closed the distance, coming to stand just a hair too close. "Jackson informed me that you've come prepared." Jackson – that was her companion's name.

"Yes... sir," she said. The words felt a little weird in her mouth, and she fought not to giggle nervously. This was all so bizarre. This was Chuck, for heaven's sake. His expression was unamused. She bit the inside of her cheek to temper her smile.

"Well, if you don't mind, I'd like to see for myself," he told her. Sarah's eyebrows nearly hit her hairline.

"Sir?" she questioned.

"Jackson also told me you'd been informed of the rules," Chuck said. Sarah thought she detected a hint of a British accent in his tone – he was really getting into character. She opted not to mention it.

"Yes sir."

"Then you know you are to obey." His tone was stern, his face even more-so. Sarah felt a jolt run through her.

"Yes," she said, her voice a little airy.

"Then let me see," he ordered. "Take off your dress."

Sarah blinked at him. She had been curious about how he would go about this. Whether he would go slowly and tease her, or jump her right there in the lobby. Whether he would be jovial and funny, like always, or slip into a character so intense that he barely even seemed like Her Chuck anymore. His MO was becoming clearer as the moments passed.

She reached up and slipped each strap of the dress off her shoulders and started pushing the material down.

"Slowly," Chuck directed. She bit her lip and tried to figure out how to get out of such a tight dress 'slowly'. These things tended to be a bit of a struggle. She wanted it to come off sexy... that might take some doing.

Sarah wandered a few feet away and leaned back against one of the floor-to-ceiling pillars in the lobby. Chuck watched her intently as she did so. She rested her head back against the cool marble and closed her eyes. She then brought the index finger of her left hand to her mouth and sucked on it briefly before slipping it out and down her throat, over her cleavage, and down to the top of the dress. She slipped the finger beneath the material and pulled. The material clung to her breasts for as long as it could before giving way, her brassier-clad breasts popped free from the black dress, jiggling a bit as they did so.

Sarah opened her eyes and locked gazes with Chuck. Despite his cool demeanor, she noted his hard swallow and the hint of a flush on his ears, indicating that he was starting to feel the effects of her strip tease.

With her breasts free, Sarah put both palms flat on her stomach, then dragged them up over her mounds, giving each a squeeze before rubbing back downward to where the dress sat around her ribcage. She slipped the material a little lower before pulling her arms free from the spaghetti straps, and pushing the material to her waist.

She thought for a moment on how to do the big finish. Clearly, Chuck wasn't going to be much help, as he was barely keeping his veneer in place watching the show. She shot him a bit of a flirty grin before spinning around on her heels, grabbing the dress at her waist, and pushing it down the rest of the way, leaning over as she did so, allowing Chuck an incredible view of her backside as the dress fluttered to the floor, leaving her clad in only a revealing black lace bra and panty set. If they could be called panties – that is. Her preferred term was 'butt floss,' but Chuck had always been partial to 'G-string'.

Sarah stepped out of the dress and kicked it away, intending to turn back around to continue her sultry striptease, but before she could, she felt Chuck sidle up behind her. He said, nothing, simply running his left hand from the top of her thigh over the skin of her exposed midsection and her breast, finally coming to stop at her neck. With his hand at her throat, he pulled her back into him, her head falling back onto his shoulder.

"When you do a job, you don't half-ass it," Chuck complimented, his voice a little gravelly.

"I do my best, Babe," Sarah said, a hint of amusement in her tone. Chuck growled, a sound Sarah had never heard from him before. It made her embarrassingly wet.

"You were told to address me as Sir," Chuck reminded. "You get one warning." She swallowed against the pressure of his hand on her throat and nodded as well as she could.

"Yes, Sir," she said, a little forced. Chuck retreated then, removing his hand and allowing her to straighten out.

Then, just as Sarah was about to turn once more to face him, she felt something at her throat once more. It took just a few seconds for Chuck's nimble fingers to collar and leash her.

Now this was starting to feel real.

He tugged on the leash lightly, and Sarah let her body go with it, falling back slightly against his body. He chuckled darkly, to which Sarah very nearly moaned out loud. She didn't realize this was a kink of hers until this moment.

"Come with me," Chuck said simply. With his hand gripping the lead tightly, Sarah allowed herself to be led through the lobby and to the right, into a bright, open living space, complete with a massive picture window overlooking Los Angeles. Chuck walked Sarah to the window, positioning her close enough that she was nearly pressed up against the glass.

"Do you think anyone can see us?" he questioned. Sarah bit the inside of her lip. She wanted to cover her half-naked body, but fought to keep her hands at her sides.

"Probably, Sir," she said, a hint of a warning in her tone. She peered over at Chuck and saw a bit of amusement in his eyes.

"They can't – it's mirrored glass on the outside," he assured her. Sarah narrowed her eyes. It was clear Chuck had considered just letting her think the whole world could see whatever they were doing in there. She was glad he had chosen to give up that one little bit of control. The idea of being watched would have stayed with her and creeped her out the entire time.

"But what if they could?" he asked then. "You belong to me, Sarah. You're here to please me – so what if people could see you? What if I wanted them to see all of the things I'm about to do to you?" Sarah shuddered a bit at the control in his tone. He was making it incredibly difficult for her to keep her hands to herself.

"That would be your prerogative, Sir," she whispered back. Chuck laughed at that jovially, much to Sarah's surprise.

"Yes, it would, wouldn't it? My prerogative," he repeated her words before sobering a little and moving to stand directly in front of her, the leash still in his hand. He tugged on it and she stumbled a step closer. "Let's make that the theme of the night, huh? My prerogative." He placed a hand on her breast and squeezed lightly. "Let's talk about my prerogatives."

Sarah swallowed as Chuck dropped the leash and placed both hands on her breasts, thumbs sliding against the lace of her bra over her nipples, palms squeezing the tender flesh there. He leaned down and nipped lightly at the exposed skin above her bra.

"I suppose these count as my prerogative," he mumbled against the skin before lifting his head so he could see her. "Don't you think?"

"Yes Sir," she allowed. He grinned cockily and gave her breasts another tight squeeze which made her gasp slightly, before releasing them and running his hands down to the skin of her torso, rounding to her back, and grasping her bare backside tightly in both palms.

"This too," he suggested. She nodded. "Say the words, Sarah."

"Yes sir," she ground out, using the majority of her composure to keep from grinding against his erection, which was just inches from her damp centre.

"Good girl." He gave her backside a light tap before removing his hands completely, much to Sarah's chagrin. He then dropped to his knees before her and placed both hands on her thighs, rubbing up and down. His face was so close to her centre that Sarah could feel his hot breath against her. It made her tingle with need. Chuck watched her face as he caressed her thighs, hands nearing her wetness more and more with each swipe. Then, just when Sarah thought he was finally going to touch her... he stopped. He rose to his feet and reclaimed the leash.

"Yes, I think it's safe to say I can have anything I want today – can't I?"

"Yes Sir," the words left her in a breath, and Sarah felt a little dizzy with desire. Chuck had always been good at arousing her, but somehow not touching her this one time had driven her to incredible heights. She felt her knees shake a little.

"You look a little unsteady there, Sarah," he observed, a cocky grin on his lips. "Maybe you'd be more comfortable on your knees." Sarah's eyes widened at that. Chuck was getting right down to business, much to her surprise. Not that she was complaining. Her mouth literally began watering at the thought of him filling it.

"Yes Sir," she said, swallowing hard. Chuck quirked a small grin.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" he questioned, stepping closer, reclaiming her ass in his hands. He pulled her body flush against his then, finally, so she could feel his erection against her. She released a shaky breath which made Chuck laugh darkly. He pulled her tighter against him, and she fought to keep her hands limp at her sides and not pull his mouth to hers, devouring him the way she desperately wanted to. She was here for Chuck to play with – his toy. This wasn't about her.

Chuck claimed her backside in tight handfuls as he pushed his pelvis into hers, and Sarah moaned.

"You're so ready for me, aren't you Sarah?" he questioned. He leaned in and brought his lips to her ear and nipped it lightly. "Just the thought of taking my cock is making you lose control." Sarah shivered out a long, slow breath.

"Yes Sir," she whispered hoarsely, her voice leaving her with every passing second. She was just about to give up on the whole charade and push him down onto the chaise lounge a few feet away and take him roughly then and there, when suddenly, he stepped back.

"All in good time, Sarah," he teased. "We've got all night."

It was Sarah's turn to growl. Chuck laughed at that and wandered away from her, toward the kitchenette.

"Would you like some wine?" he questioned, though he followed up quickly with, "Never mind. You'll have some wine." Sarah watched as he pulled a bottle of red from the rack and filled two large glasses. He returned to where he left her and gestured to the lounge.

"Have a seat," he instructed. She did so hastily, relieved to give her feet a break from the four inch red stilettos she was sporting. Once she was settled, Chuck handed her a glass and held his out for a toast. "To an adventurous evening," he said with a small smile, reminding Sarah just once that despite the game they were playing, he was still Her Chuck, and he was doing this all for her. She smiled at that, feeling a small flutter inside of her, and clinked their classes together before taking a sip.

"Wow," Sarah said, despite the rules. Chuck grinned, a little proudly.

"It's a 1995 Chteau Margaux," he informed her. Sarah did a double take at their glasses.

"That's a $500 bottle of wine," she said, a hint of concern in her tone.

"You know your vino." Chuck took a sip, and then set his down on a nearby table, before returning to her with a bit of a stern look. "But I didn't ask. Mind your place, woman." Sarah could hear the amusement in his tone and fought not to giggle. It was hard to maintain this act with Chuck. He was a goofball by nature. She was impressed he'd lasted this long without breaking.

"Yes Sir," she said with a hint of a smile. Chuck nodded to her glass.

"Drink up, Mrs. Walker. We've got a busy night ahead of us." Sarah looked down at her large glass and then back up to him, surprised at the request. He knew she was a bit of a lightweight when it came to red wine. She figured that was probably the point. Get her a little tipsy, smash those inhibitions. She nodded her consent and brought the wine back to her lips, taking it down in several unpleasant gulps.

When she had finally swallowed the last drop, Sarah pulled the glass from her lips and closed her eyes tightly against the sting of alcohol. She took a deep breath to compose herself before finally meeting Chuck's amused gaze.

"Good?" he questioned. Sarah swallowed a few times to reclaim her speech, before giving up and simply nodding. Chuck laughed and took her glass, sitting it next to his full one on the table. "How you doing?" he asked. "A little dizzy?"

Sarah nodded and felt her head spin slightly, the alcohol taking rapid effect. She wasn't drunk by any means, though her brain was swimming a bit inside her skull.

All in all, she felt good. Really good.

"Perfect," she heard Chuck say, and she fought to refocus on him. Her man. Her man who was about to make her very happy.

Before she had a chance to reflect on that too much, she felt Chuck's hands on hers, pulling her upright. She swayed a little once she was one her feet, but felt safe in his arms. Despite the façade, the masquerade of the evening, she knew she was still safe with Chuck. He would take care of her.

"Come with me," he whispered in her ear before she could get too comfortable. She felt her leash being tugged once more, and followed along obediently.

It felt like a long walk through the lobby to the other side of the penthouse suite, which was just as, if not more ornate than the living area. This side boasted an incredible master suite, complete with a massive California king bed, another picture window, and more dark wood, marble and gold finishes. Sarah looked around at the incredible space and felt a wave of excitement course through her. Finally, a bed. Finally, the action would start. She felt like she'd been waiting forever.

"Get on your knees," Chuck said simply, before dropping the leash and wandering away from her. Sarah complied, sliding down to rest her knees on the deep red area rug in the centre of the room. She let her arms hang limp at her sides, but pulled her shoulders back, attempting to make her rack look as good as possible.

She watched as Chuck wandered wordlessly to the window, relieving himself of his suit jacket as he went, casually slinging it over the back of a nearby chair. Her mouth began to water as his tie was pulled loose and left to hang slack around his neck, and his chest appeared to her in the mirror image of the window with each button he undid.

"To be clear," Chuck said, finally. "You agree to our terms for this evening." He turned back to her as he tugged his dress shirt free from his pants and undid the last few buttons. "You know you belong to me. You know you are here to please me, and do what you're told," he clarified.

"Yes Sir," Sarah said, trying not to seem as excited by this whole thing as she clearly was. With her knees spread several inches apart, she could feel any shift in the air intensified against the dampness of her panties, and the slight chill in the room made her nipples hard beneath the lace of her bra. She'd never in her life wanted to be fucked so badly, and the night was only just beginning.

Chuck took a few steps closer, coming to stand about three feet before her.

"You know the safe word?" he questioned. Sarah could see a hint of concern in his eyes that made her smile inwardly.

"Yes Sir," she confirmed. He stepped a little closer, his crotch now directly in front of her face. Sarah could see him bulging against the material of his pants. She did a few kegels to try and release some tension.

"So that means you'll use it if this get's to be too much for you." His tone was very businesslike, but Sarah could tell that he was ensuring both of their safety in this endeavour. She knew he cared.

"Yes Sir." Chuck reached down and cupped her chin in his palm, forcing her to meet his eyes.

"Promise me," he said sternly. She nodded against his grip.

"I promise," she said softly. Chuck nodded and dropped her face before pulling his shirt the rest of the way off and tossing it away along with the tie.

"Open my pants," he told her, finally. Sarah bit her lip and set to work, releasing the button and fly, and pulling the offending material out of the way. At Chuck's instruction, she did the same with his underwear, leaving him naked and erect before her.

"Good girl. Now put your mouth on it."

A/N: Are you with me, Chucksters? Lol.

I know a bunch of people have been wanting this theme for a Chuck/Sarah smutfic, and although I usually wait until I've had a better chance to gauge the mood of a fandom before going full kink on them, I figured you guys were probably a safe bet. We like spies and dirty stuff in the Chuck fandom. Why not a little sub-dom action?

And of course, there's lots more to come. Hope you like it so far! Let me know :)