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

Disclaimer: I don't own Chuck.

The Penthouse – Part 4

Sarah slowly ebbed into consciousness at the feel of lips against her shoulder and fingertips grazing her arm in a feather-light touch that slowly awakened her body. She smiled softly and sighed back into the body behind her, dropping her head a little further into the pillow to allow him better access to her shoulder and neck.

"Morning," she mumbled quietly, eyes still closed against the early morning light.

"Mmm," Chuck mumbled against her skin, dragging his lips across a small section of her shoulder, dampening the skin and then blowing on it to make Sarah shiver. She reacted as predicted, causing him to laugh lightly against her. "How'd you sleep?" he asked after a long moment.

"Like a log," she admitted.

"And last night..." She could hear the nerves in his voice. "It was alright?" She smiled to herself at his concern and, despite her body protesting the movement, shifted onto her back so she could see him. With the comforter at her waist, her breasts were bare to the cool air of the room, and responded as expected. If Chuck noticed, he didn't let on, his knotted brow expressing his concern.

"Last night was perfect, Chuck," Sarah affirmed. She nudged him with her elbow. "You worry too much." His brow smoothed noticeably and a small smile formed on his face.

"Yeah, that's kind of my thing," he admitted. Sarah caught his eye, more seriously.

"How about you?" she questioned. "I know we didn't really talk about switching things up." Chuck's responding grin was enough to assuage her own concerns.

"I'm good. Great, actually," he told her. Sarah let out a long, slow breath and relaxed further into the bed. Chuck followed her down, sliding in beside her on his side and resting a hand on her stomach. She laid her hand on his, tracing shapes on the back with her index finger.

"How long do we have this room for?" she asked after a brief, comfortable silence. She peeked over at Chuck and found his eyes closed, a contented expression on his face.

"'Til noon. Why?"

"Just wondering." He peeked one eye open.

"Why?" he asked again. She sighed deeply.

"It's just... this place is really expensive, Chuck." His other eye popped open and he watched her amusedly.

"Babe, we're billionaires. We can afford it."

"We are not billionaires," she protested.

"Okay, Eight-Hundred-Millionaires. So basically, billionaires." Sarah sighed.

"I just don't think we should be throwing this much money around on frivolous things."

"Sarah, we have enough money to spend frivolously for 20 lifetimes. I don't think one night at a hotel is going to be put us in the poorhouse." She considered this for a moment, before visibly relaxing.

"I know," she admitted. "It's just weird. I'm not used to spending my own money on stuff like this. Before Decker fired us, it was always the CIA that footed the bill."

"Missing the company credit card?" he questioned.

"It's not that," she insisted. "I just know what it's like to have nothing, you know? This all seems a little too lavish for my tastes."

"Well, that was kind of the point," Chuck deadpanned. Sarah looked at him for clarification. "This whole thing was supposed to make you feel out of your element. I wanted you a little off kilter."

"And Jackson?" she questioned. "Was he supposed to make me feel off kilter too? Because he was a creep." Chuck cringed a little.

"Yeah... Jackson maybe didn't work out exactly as planned," he admitted. "Although he did get you here in one piece, so I guess that's all I was really paying him for." Sarah bristled again.

"How much did you pay him?" Chuck laughed lightly at her tone.

"Don't worry about it, Babe. If you want a cheap actor in LA, all you have to do is walk into any Starbucks and talk to the guy behind the counter." Sarah seemed somewhat less pacified by that than Chuck was hoping for.

"I suppose I should be happy you found a part of this plan where you could be frugal," she said dryly.

"Hey now – did he get you here in one piece?" he questioned.

"Yes," she allowed, with a slight roll of her eyes.

"And were you feeling nervous and excited when you arrived?" he pushed. She sighed.

"I suppose."

"You suppose?" he questioned.

"Alright, fine... yes, Chuck, I was nervous and excited," she acquiesced. "And maybe a little turned on." Chuck grinned a little cockily.

"Hopefully turned on by me and not by the guy who slings lattes for a living," he joked.s

"I can neither confirm nor deny," Sarah teased lightly.

"Says the woman who left me with a bruised nipple and fingernail-shaped cuts on my chest," Chuck returned. Sarah's eyes went wide and she began inspecting his chest worriedly.

"I did?" Chuck grabbed her probing hand and pinned it gently back against the bed with his hand on her wrist, coming to hover over her.

"It's fine, Sarah," he assured her. He leaned down and kissed her lightly, mumbling against her mouth, "I liked it."

"Who knew?" she questioned, opening her mouth then so his tongue could sweep inside. His hand slipped from her wrist up to her hand, fingers lacing together as he kissed her more deeply. She smiled into the kiss, revelling in the feeling of her husband above her.

Sarah sighed contentedly through her nose, relaxing into the kiss. She could feel the beginnings of a new erection poking against her as Chuck positioned himself on top of her fully, situating himself between her spread legs. She brought her knees up at his sides, feet flat on the bed, and smiled against his lips as he slipped easily inside of her.

Chuck slowly released the kiss as he filled her to the hilt, looking down at her with soft, half-lidded eyes.

"I love you," he whispered, just loud enough for her to hear. She brought her free hand to his chest and rested it over his heart, hoping the simple action would convey the depth of her emotions for him as he began to thrust slowly, gently in and out of her.

There was no rush as the pair climbed slowly toward climax in the calm silence of the morning light. Chuck dropped the occasionally kiss to her lips, or neck, or shoulder, or chest, as he eased himself back and forth, while Sarah raised her hips to meet his every downward thrust. She squeezed herself around him each time he drew back, drawing soft moans from his lips as she brought him to the brink.

Chuck reached down into the space between them and thumbed her clit, his pace increasing as his orgasm neared. Her mouth opened slightly and her chest began to rise and fall with each breath as she pressed her hips more firmly against him, feeling the waves begin to take her. With a moan caught in her throat, Sarah dropped her head back into the pillow, her eyes closed tightly and her mouth open as she climaxed around him. The pressure of her release offered him the opportunity to fill her with his own, before slowly bringing them down from their heights with long, slow thrusts, until he finally settled on top of her, head in the crook of her neck, catching his breath as their hips moved together in a petulant unwillingness to let go of the friction.

Sarah sighed in contentment, and brought her free hand up to the back of his head, tangling in his hair and massaging his scalp with her fingertips. All the while, their hands remained joined on the pillow by her head, a tight bond that neither was in any rush to break.

Sarah closed her eyes once more, letting the calm of the moment and the weight of her husband lull her back into a light sleep.

The mattress raised a few inches and bounced as Chuck climbed out of bed, waking Sarah once more. Sarah peeked her eyes open and watched his naked form wander toward the bathroom. She admired his cute butt for as long as she could without getting caught, smiling to herself with a slightly giddy feeling in her chest.

With anyone else, it might have been hard to reconcile the hard, dominant man from the night before with sweet, caring one from earlier that morning. But with Chuck, each of those sides seemed like parts of a perfectly wonderful whole. She knew Chuck could play rough and stay in character – she'd seen him do it on missions, and between the sheets. Even more, though, she knew he could treat her like she was the most important person in the universe. He did that every day. She never tired of it.

She blinked some of the sleep from her eyes and peered around the room. She hadn't gotten that good a look at it the night before, having been otherwise occupied. All she noticed before was the opulence. She hadn't noticed the touches that made it... kind of nice. Not just 'expensive', but comfortable as well, like elegant off-white shears on the windows, and a beautiful painting of a rose garden on the wall. She smiled, feeling somehow more comfortable having noticed those things.

She peeked over to her side to check the clock. 10:30. There was just an hour and a half left until she and Chuck would be kicked out of this penthouse suite. She recalled her bathroom visit from the night before, and figured there was only really one way to spend that time.

Her body protested a little as she slung the covers off her body and climbed out of the bed. Her arms ached at the joints from being cuffed to the headboard, and her wrists were a little bruised from the metal. Otherwise, she seemed to be in one piece, and she generally considered the 'war wounds' to be badges of honour.

She tiptoed barefoot across the marble floor to the bathroom where she could hear the sound of the shower running. She pushed the door open and could see Chuck's body blurred behind the fogged up glass of the incredible walk-in shower. He was quietly singing Born Free which made her giggle lightly. He was a dork. He was her dork.

If Chuck was surprised when Sarah opened the shower door and stepped in to join him, it didn't show. He just met her with a slightly conspiratorial gaze, and allowed her to step under the spray, drenching herself in warm water. Sarah decided to go a little porn-ish in the process, dropping her head back into the spray and running her hands through it, before bringing them down to glide over her damp breasts and abdomen. When she opened her eyes, she could see Chuck smirking at her little show.

"I get it; you're hot," he told her with a grin. She giggled lightly, taking the piss out of her own performance. She sidled up against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His hands dropped immediately to her backside, pulling her against him as he lowered his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss as the steam kicked up around them.

Sarah released his neck and wormed her hands down between them, taking his semi-hard cock in both of them and pumping him to life. His hips moved against her hands as she awakened him once again as they were pelted by nearly scalding water, turning their skin pink.

Chuck nipped lightly at Sarah's lower lip, letting it scrape its way out as he pulled back. Then in a swift move – almost too swift for Sarah to make heads or tails of— he pulled her hands from his cock and spun her around, pulling her back in against him with one hand at her breast and the other cupping her wet pussy. She moaned, dropping her head back against his shoulder.

"Who do you belong to?" he questioned, his voice low. Sarah attempted to move her hips against his hand, but he pulled it away until she stopped.

"You," she whispered.

"You..." he prompted.

"Sir," she finished, thrilling at his choice to recapture the theme. He pressed his hand more firmly against her as a reward.

"Good girl." She moaned out loud as his middle finger slid between her folds and tickled her clit, while pushing his erection into her ass.

"Do you like it when I do this?" he asked.

"Ung, yes Sir," she moaned.

"Tell me what you like," he demanded. Sarah flushed slightly at the implication. For all of her prowess, dirty talk had never really been a strong suit.

"I like it when you touch me, Sir," she attempted.

"Where?"

"In my pussy, Sir," she stumbled a bit as she said it, but was rewarded as Chuck's hand slid further between her legs, dipping two fingers inside of her as his palm rested flat against her clit.

"What do you want me to do to your pussy, Sarah?" he questioned. He pushed his cock a little harder into her ass, which she took as a hint.

"Ung, I want you to fuck it, Sir. Please," she pled, all the while doing her best to keep her hips from moving against his hand.

"You sure?" he teased.

"Yes!" she cried out as his palm pushed harder into her clit. "Please fuck me, Sir. Please! I want your cock!" She heard a low growl come from Chuck, and found herself behind pushed into the wall and bent over. Chuck grabbed each of her hands and placed them flat against the warm marble tile, then he pulled her ass out and pushed her back into an arch so she was presented to him.

"Tell me again," he commanded. Sarah turned to look at him and could see him pleasuring himself as he looked at her body, ass out, legs spread, waiting desperately to be fucked and defiled at his will. That thought made her whole body shiver, and she shook her ass slightly in a vain attempt to get some friction against her throbbing clit. She wanted and needed more from him. Her entire body felt on fire, and he could be her only relief.

With that in mind, she began begging for him, long and hard, desperately, as she clawed uselessly against the marble and performed worthless kegels to relieve the stress. Chuck made her wait a long time, much longer than she anticipated he would when he had positioned her so perfectly for the taking. His self control was far more impressive than her own at the moment. She watched as he continued to jerk himself to the sight of her, seeming to get off more on the sound of her pleas than the thought of actually fucking her soaked pussy underneath the spray of hot water.

Then, just when Sarah thought he was going to bring himself to climax without her, Chuck slid behind her and thrust himself hard and fast into her pussy. She cried out loudly at the sensation, dropping her head down and surrendering herself to his hard fucking.

"Don't stop talking!" he commanded with a hard thrust. Sarah flushed at that, and thought about what to say, before opting to beg him for more, thank him for fucking her and pleading for him to never stop. She threw in a few, "You're so fucking good's" and "You're so big's" for good measure.

Sarah had never known Chuck to be a prideful man, or one in need of encouragement, but if this performance was any indication, her words seemed to be doing more for him than she'd ever thought they could. She could hear his breaths coming in hard puffs as he buried himself inside of her over and over again, with his hands grasping her hips tightly for leverage. She felt herself being pulled back on him, impaling her on his hard cock as the pair quickly lost control.

Sarah forgot to ask for permission to come. In her defense, the whole morning had been so intense that she was entirely unfocused as she began convulsing uncontrollably around him, her legs becoming shaky from the intensity. If her infraction offended Chuck, it didn't show, as he took her climax as encouragement and redoubled his efforts to get himself off. Sarah felt a little like a rag doll as he thrust into her limp body several more times before coming with a loud grunt of pleasure.

Chuck dropped his head down, resting it against her back as his cock slid out of her and their juices began dripping from her spent hole. After a moment, the pair eased down onto the floor, Sarah lazily fell into the space he provided between his legs, and rested back into his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly against him as the water pelted their legs.

"Last one?" Sarah asked after a moment. She could feel him laughing lightly against her back.

"Last one. Little Chuck is officially out of commission, I think." Sarah giggled lightly and closed her eyes, relaxing her head against his shoulder.

"It's going to be hard to leave," she said quietly.

"And here I thought this place was too opulent for you," he teased.

"No, I mean literally. I don't think I can walk." Chuck laughed at that and pressed a long kiss to her neck.

"Don't worry about that. I'll give you a piggy back ride." Sarah giggled at the image that presented.

"That would be pretty hard to do in my dress without giving the whole hotel a show."

"What? You don't think they all want to see your ass? I've seen it. Trust me, it's spectacular." Sarah turned her head to look at him with a small grin.

"You have, like, 18 different personalities, you know that?"

"Do you like them all?" he questioned. She nodded. "Then why stop at 18? Next time I'll be a ship's captain and you can be my wench," he joked. The pair shared a laugh at that.

"But seriously," Sarah said after they calmed down. "I'm going to be doing the walk of shame when we leave here. People are going to think I'm a hooker!"

"But I bet you'll be the prettiest damn hooker they've ever seen," he said with mock-seriousness. She rolled her eyes good naturedly.

"Thanks Babe. That helps."

"Well, if you want you could always wear the outfit I packed for you, instead of looking like a lady of the night." She shifted around to look at him, surprised.

"You packed for me?" He shrugged one shoulder casually, but she could see a hint of a smile on his face. Her expression softened as she felt her heart swell slightly. "I love you," she said quietly, feeling slightly more emotional about a fresh outfit than she probably should have. Chuck gave her a little squeeze and kissed her shoulder.

"Love you too, Babe."

End

A/N: It's over; so sad. I hope you enjoyed every last bit of it.

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