The Presidential Suite - 1/4
Title: The Presidential Suite
Rating: Hard M/NC17
Warnings: Consensual D/s (Dom/sub); course language; sexual aggression
Summary: Jeff and Annie, newlyweds, try some new tricks in the bedroom after Annie is inspired by a BDSM erotic novel (that is NOT 50 Shades!). Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Community, and I did some research for this fic, so thanks to the dirty mind of the interwebs for inspiration.
The Presidential Suite
Annie sat in the back of a black Lincoln, the driver up front carting her and her companion through the busy streets of Denver. 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 just outside the city. Her companion had knocked on the door, handed her a note, and told her to get ready and come with him. Annie 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...
Annie 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 Four Seasons. Annie leaned toward the window so she could see the building. It was extravagant, and not inexpensive to stay here. She knew that she and Jeff could now afford such things, Jeff having just become partner at his firm - 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 Annie’s car.
“Come with me.”
He started toward the building before Annie 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. Annie had never been there before; she was incredibly intimidated by the place.
They waited a moment for the elevator to arrive. The man stepped in first; Annie followed closely behind. If Annie 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 Presidential Suite.
Annie wasn’t fresh off the turnip truck. She knew the Presidential Suite cost a pretty penny. She had to remind herself that she and her new husband now had some money to throw around... but it still hurt to think that he’d dropped at least a few grand 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. Winger 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 Annie knew that Jeff 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 Jeff 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. Winger comes to collect you,” he told her. “Don’t touch anything.”
The door slid shut, and then it was just Annie, 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.
Annie 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 Presidential Suite. Her first thought was to follow them, and to question what Jeff 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, Jeff 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 expression confident and cocky. It was oddly reassuring, seeing him in this light. She knew Jeff 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.
“Annie,” Jeff 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 Jeff, for heaven’s sake. His seemed 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. Annie’s eyebrows nearly hit her hairline.
“Sir?” she questioned.
“Jackson also told me you’d been informed of the rules,” Jeff said. Annie 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. Annie felt a jolt run through her.
“Yes,” she said, her voice a little airy.
“Then let me see,” he ordered. “Take off your dress.”
Annie 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 snarky and funny, like usual, or slip into a character so intense that he barely even seemed like Her Jeff 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,” Jeff 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.
Annie wandered a few feet away and leaned back against one of the floor-to-ceiling pillars in the lobby. Jeff 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.
Annie opened her eyes and locked gazes with Jeff. 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, Annie 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, Jeff 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 Jeff 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 Jeff had always been partial to ‘G-string’.
Annie 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 Jeff 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,” Jeff complimented, his voice a little gravelly.
“I do my best, Babe,” Annie said, a hint of amusement in her tone. Jeff growled, a sound Annie had never heard from him before. It made her embarrassingly wet.
“You were told to address me as Sir,” Jeff 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. Jeff retreated then, removing his hand and allowing her to straighten out.
Then, just as Annie was about to turn once more to face him, she felt something at her throat once more. It took just a few seconds for Jeff’s nimble fingers to collar and leash her.
Now this was starting to feel real.
He tugged on the leash lightly, and Annie let her body go with it, falling back slightly against his body. He chuckled darkly, to which Annie very nearly moaned out loud. She didn’t realize this was a kink of hers until this moment.
“Come with me,” Jeff said simply. With his hand gripping the lead tightly, Annie 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 Denver. Jeff walked Annie 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. Annie 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 Jeff and saw a bit of amusement in his eyes.
“They can’t - it’s mirrored glass on the outside,” he assured her. Annie narrowed her eyes. It was clear Jeff 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, Annie. 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?” Annie 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. Jeff laughed at that jovially, much to Annie’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 lead still in his hand. He tugged on it and she stumbled a step closer. “Let’s make that the theme of the day, huh? My prerogative.” He placed a hand on her breast and squeezed lightly. “Let’s talk about my prerogatives.”
Annie swallowed as Jeff 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, Annie.”
“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, thanks to her four inch heels.
“Good girl.” He gave her backside a light tap before removing his hands completely, much to Annie’s chagrin. But then he 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 Annie could feel his hot breath against her. It made her tingle with need. Jeff watched her face as he caressed her thighs, hands nearing her wetness more and more with each swipe. Then, just when Annie 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 Annie felt a little dizzy with desire. Jeff 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, Annie,” he observed, a cocky grin on his lips. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable on your knees.” Annie’s eyes widened at that. Jeff 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. Jeff 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 Jeff 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 Jeff to play with - his toy. This wasn’t about her.
Jeff claimed her backside in tight handfuls as he pushed his pelvis into hers, and Annie moaned.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you Annie?” 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.” Annie 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, Annie,” he teased. “We’ve got all night.”
It was Annie’s turn to growl. Jeff 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.” Annie 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, Jeff handed her a glass and held his out for a toast. “To an adventurous evening,” he said with a small smile, reminding Annie just once that despite the game they were playing, he was still Her Jeff, 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,” Annie said, despite the rules. Jeff grinned, a little proudly.
“It’s a 1995 Chteau Margaux,” he informed her. Annie did a double take at their glasses.
“That’s an expensive bottle of wine,” she said, a hint of concern in her tone.
“You know your vino.” Jeff 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.” Annie could hear the amusement in his tone and fought not to giggle. It was hard to maintain this act with Jeff. He was a joker by nature. She was impressed he’d lasted this long without breaking.
“Yes Sir,” she said with a hint of a smile. Jeff nodded to her glass.
“Drink up, Mrs. Winger. We’ve got a busy night ahead of us.” Annie 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, Annie 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 Jeff’s amused gaze.
“Good?” he questioned. Annie swallowed a few times to reclaim her speech, before giving up and simply nodding. Jeff laughed and took her glass, sitting it next to his full one on the table. “How you doing?” he asked. “A little dizzy?”
Annie 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 Jeff 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 Jeff’s hands on hers, pulling her upright. She swayed a little once she was on her feet, but felt safe in his arms. Despite the façade, the masquerade of the evening, she knew she was still safe with Jeff. 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 Presidential 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. Annie 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,” Jeff said simply, before dropping the leash and wandering away from her. Annie 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 Jeff 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,” Jeff 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,” Annie 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.
Jeff took a few steps closer, coming to stand about three feet before her.
“You know the safe word?” he questioned. Annie 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. Annie 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 Annie could tell that he was ensuring both of their safety in this endeavour. She knew he cared.
“Yes Sir.” Jeff 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. Jeff 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. Annie bit her lip and set to work, releasing the button and fly, and pulling the offending material out of the way. At Jeff’s instruction, she did the same with his underwear, leaving him naked and erect before her.
“Good girl. Now put your mouth on it.”
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AN:
SOoooooOOooo.... I wouldn’t normally do this, but a small confession (and crossover fans might already know). I wrote this fic for Chuck, and totes changed some details to make it J/A. I KNOW, that’s super lazy of me, but I REALLY like this one, and I wanted to share it with you guys too. It think it all flows well between the fandoms, and I’ve changed all of the pertinent details, so it all still works for the characters.
I hope you like it. Let me know!
Rating: Hard M/NC17
Warnings: Consensual D/s (Dom/sub); course language; sexual aggression
Summary: Jeff and Annie, newlyweds, try some new tricks in the bedroom after Annie is inspired by a BDSM erotic novel (that is NOT 50 Shades!). Rated M for a reason.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Community, and I did some research for this fic, so thanks to the dirty mind of the interwebs for inspiration.
The Presidential Suite
Annie sat in the back of a black Lincoln, the driver up front carting her and her companion through the busy streets of Denver. 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 just outside the city. Her companion had knocked on the door, handed her a note, and told her to get ready and come with him. Annie 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...
Annie 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 Four Seasons. Annie leaned toward the window so she could see the building. It was extravagant, and not inexpensive to stay here. She knew that she and Jeff could now afford such things, Jeff having just become partner at his firm - 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 Annie’s car.
“Come with me.”
He started toward the building before Annie 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. Annie had never been there before; she was incredibly intimidated by the place.
They waited a moment for the elevator to arrive. The man stepped in first; Annie followed closely behind. If Annie 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 Presidential Suite.
Annie wasn’t fresh off the turnip truck. She knew the Presidential Suite cost a pretty penny. She had to remind herself that she and her new husband now had some money to throw around... but it still hurt to think that he’d dropped at least a few grand 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. Winger 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 Annie knew that Jeff 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 Jeff 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. Winger comes to collect you,” he told her. “Don’t touch anything.”
The door slid shut, and then it was just Annie, 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.
Annie 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 Presidential Suite. Her first thought was to follow them, and to question what Jeff 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, Jeff 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 expression confident and cocky. It was oddly reassuring, seeing him in this light. She knew Jeff 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.
“Annie,” Jeff 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 Jeff, for heaven’s sake. His seemed 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. Annie’s eyebrows nearly hit her hairline.
“Sir?” she questioned.
“Jackson also told me you’d been informed of the rules,” Jeff said. Annie 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. Annie felt a jolt run through her.
“Yes,” she said, her voice a little airy.
“Then let me see,” he ordered. “Take off your dress.”
Annie 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 snarky and funny, like usual, or slip into a character so intense that he barely even seemed like Her Jeff 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,” Jeff 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.
Annie wandered a few feet away and leaned back against one of the floor-to-ceiling pillars in the lobby. Jeff 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.
Annie opened her eyes and locked gazes with Jeff. 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, Annie 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, Jeff 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 Jeff 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 Jeff had always been partial to ‘G-string’.
Annie 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 Jeff 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,” Jeff complimented, his voice a little gravelly.
“I do my best, Babe,” Annie said, a hint of amusement in her tone. Jeff growled, a sound Annie had never heard from him before. It made her embarrassingly wet.
“You were told to address me as Sir,” Jeff 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. Jeff retreated then, removing his hand and allowing her to straighten out.
Then, just as Annie was about to turn once more to face him, she felt something at her throat once more. It took just a few seconds for Jeff’s nimble fingers to collar and leash her.
Now this was starting to feel real.
He tugged on the leash lightly, and Annie let her body go with it, falling back slightly against his body. He chuckled darkly, to which Annie very nearly moaned out loud. She didn’t realize this was a kink of hers until this moment.
“Come with me,” Jeff said simply. With his hand gripping the lead tightly, Annie 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 Denver. Jeff walked Annie 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. Annie 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 Jeff and saw a bit of amusement in his eyes.
“They can’t - it’s mirrored glass on the outside,” he assured her. Annie narrowed her eyes. It was clear Jeff 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, Annie. 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?” Annie 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. Jeff laughed at that jovially, much to Annie’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 lead still in his hand. He tugged on it and she stumbled a step closer. “Let’s make that the theme of the day, huh? My prerogative.” He placed a hand on her breast and squeezed lightly. “Let’s talk about my prerogatives.”
Annie swallowed as Jeff 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, Annie.”
“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, thanks to her four inch heels.
“Good girl.” He gave her backside a light tap before removing his hands completely, much to Annie’s chagrin. But then he 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 Annie could feel his hot breath against her. It made her tingle with need. Jeff watched her face as he caressed her thighs, hands nearing her wetness more and more with each swipe. Then, just when Annie 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 Annie felt a little dizzy with desire. Jeff 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, Annie,” he observed, a cocky grin on his lips. “Maybe you’d be more comfortable on your knees.” Annie’s eyes widened at that. Jeff 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. Jeff 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 Jeff 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 Jeff to play with - his toy. This wasn’t about her.
Jeff claimed her backside in tight handfuls as he pushed his pelvis into hers, and Annie moaned.
“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you Annie?” 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.” Annie 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, Annie,” he teased. “We’ve got all night.”
It was Annie’s turn to growl. Jeff 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.” Annie 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, Jeff handed her a glass and held his out for a toast. “To an adventurous evening,” he said with a small smile, reminding Annie just once that despite the game they were playing, he was still Her Jeff, 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,” Annie said, despite the rules. Jeff grinned, a little proudly.
“It’s a 1995 Chteau Margaux,” he informed her. Annie did a double take at their glasses.
“That’s an expensive bottle of wine,” she said, a hint of concern in her tone.
“You know your vino.” Jeff 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.” Annie could hear the amusement in his tone and fought not to giggle. It was hard to maintain this act with Jeff. He was a joker by nature. She was impressed he’d lasted this long without breaking.
“Yes Sir,” she said with a hint of a smile. Jeff nodded to her glass.
“Drink up, Mrs. Winger. We’ve got a busy night ahead of us.” Annie 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, Annie 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 Jeff’s amused gaze.
“Good?” he questioned. Annie swallowed a few times to reclaim her speech, before giving up and simply nodding. Jeff laughed and took her glass, sitting it next to his full one on the table. “How you doing?” he asked. “A little dizzy?”
Annie 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 Jeff 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 Jeff’s hands on hers, pulling her upright. She swayed a little once she was on her feet, but felt safe in his arms. Despite the façade, the masquerade of the evening, she knew she was still safe with Jeff. 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 Presidential 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. Annie 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,” Jeff said simply, before dropping the leash and wandering away from her. Annie 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 Jeff 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,” Jeff 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,” Annie 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.
Jeff took a few steps closer, coming to stand about three feet before her.
“You know the safe word?” he questioned. Annie 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. Annie 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 Annie could tell that he was ensuring both of their safety in this endeavour. She knew he cared.
“Yes Sir.” Jeff 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. Jeff 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. Annie bit her lip and set to work, releasing the button and fly, and pulling the offending material out of the way. At Jeff’s instruction, she did the same with his underwear, leaving him naked and erect before her.
“Good girl. Now put your mouth on it.”
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AN:
SOoooooOOooo.... I wouldn’t normally do this, but a small confession (and crossover fans might already know). I wrote this fic for Chuck, and totes changed some details to make it J/A. I KNOW, that’s super lazy of me, but I REALLY like this one, and I wanted to share it with you guys too. It think it all flows well between the fandoms, and I’ve changed all of the pertinent details, so it all still works for the characters.
I hope you like it. Let me know!