This was intended to be a one-shot when I first started writing it, but I decided it is going to have a second chapter to it if people decide they like it and review it. :)

Also, those reading my first Huddy fic (Oh Crap!) first off... I LOVE YOU GUYS/GIRLIES! and second of, I'm still not done writing the third chapter yet, but it is coming. Thanks for being patient and for all the support!

Rated M for smut. Huddy pairing.

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Cuddy couldn't believe she was doing this. This was not okay to do. Enabling House's radical, and sometimes unsafe, medical ideas was one thing, but this… this was just not good. Cuddy should have known it the moment his eyes had glazed over and the irresistible, cocky smirk spread across his face.

But alas, she had not even thought about the craziness of this idea, all she thought about was House and their relationship. He had done something for her and now she was doing something for him.

Cuddy shifted slightly on the bed, feeling the small tug of the cuffs keeping her there. She couldn't see what she looked like, but she knew from the cool breeze sweeping across her body that she was naked, hands cuffed above her head, feet cuffed to the bed posts, and was a blindfold over her eyes.

Thinking to herself she knew that when she had sat down on the couch she had been clothed. Just as well as she knew that he had spiked her drink in order to get her into this position without complaints. Should she have been mad? Probably, but she wasn't. House had confessed to her that he had always wanted to tie her up and although she had laughed it off then, she knew that this was his way of asking for her trust.

Their relationship was hard, but he was determined to make it last and so was she.

Cuddy pulled on the cuffs again as she heard the familiar sound of his cane hitting the floor letting her know that he was back in the room. "House?" Cuddy whispered, still needing reassurance.

"It's just me." House assured her. Although he planned on getting what he wanted he wasn't cruel (although others might disagree).

Feeling the bed dip down Cuddy gasped quietly. House's hand slid across her naked torso, sliding down to squeeze her hip.

"Do you have any idea how fucking hot you look right now?" Cuddy had to bit her lip to keep back the moan in her throat as she felt his hot breath on her ear. "All tied up and at my mercy. Your like a wet dream."

Cuddy rolled her eyes underneath the blindfold. "I'm glad I could be your own live porn star." Her attempt at a snide remark didn't go unnoticed by House. Somehow it made him even more aroused at the fact that she was trying to resist, but failing miserably.

"Don't tempt me into getting a video camera Lisa." Cuddy gasped at the use of her first name, he hadn't called her that since college. Trying to stay on her game however she just smirked (also she really didn't want him to get that camera).

Feeling the bed shift once more Cuddy couldn't stop the low moan that issued past her lips as he gently sucked a nipple into his mouth, his teeth lightly nipping at it. Cuddy arched up the best she could in her binds as his mouth trailed to the other nipple. "House." Cuddy whispered in pleasure. However that pleasure soon turned to shock as he stopped and roughly pushed her hips back down onto the bed. Fearing something had gone wrong she stayed still. "House what's wrong? Did something happen?" Cuddy asked nervously.

"What's my name?" House asked in a low voice against her ear. Cuddy felt a shiver run up her spine.

"That's why you stopped?" Cuddy asked incredulously. She knew he wanted her to say his first name, but like him, she hadn't called him that since college and something in her wasn't sure she was ready to be back on those terms. It meant accepting their relationship in a whole new level. When they were House and Cuddy she felt in control of a familiar situation. Lisa and… she couldn't even think… it was just too unfamiliar.

House's reply was a sharp pinch to her nipple that caused her to cry out. Cuddy squirmed, wanting to get out of this situation all of a sudden. Why did he need her to say it? Why did it matter? She liked calling him House, why couldn't he?

"House com…" Cuddy tried again, but she should have known he wouldn't comply. Suddenly she felt the cuffs around her ankles and wrists being removed and she feared he was done with her. Luckily (or not depending on when you ask Cuddy), she gasped as he flipped her over and pulled her to her knees. Her hands were soon pulled out in front of her slightly and cuffed to the bed once again. She was stuck on her elbows and knees. "House…" Cuddy didn't even know why she uttered that name again, she should have known what was coming.

She shouted out as she felt a sharp blow to her ass, his hand connecting with a loud smack. "Try again." House demanded, a slight hint of anger in his voice.

Cuddy bit her lip nervously before a small utter of "House" issued past her lips again.

"Wrong answer." House's hand came down on her ass once again. Cuddy jumped and clenched her fists, but stayed silent. "No answer this time?" Cuddy slowly shook her head. "Then you leave me no choice." And with that House continued his spanking.

Each time his hand connected with flesh, her ass became a brighter shade of red and a small whimper would slip from Cuddy.

"What's my name?" House asked once again, after spanking her exceptionally hard.

Cuddy gasped, trying to catch her breath. She was panting hard due to the forces of the spanks and the immense pleasure that came along with it. "Fuck you." Cuddy gasped out.

House couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face. Even though he was going to make sure she called him by his first name by the end of the night, he couldn't deny that part of the reason he was drawn to her was because she always fought him. On every occasion. He also knew that despite her stubbornness she would give in eventually. He would make damn sure of that.

"If you be a good little slut I might just do that." House whispered against her ear, hovering over her body.

"I'm not a slut." Cuddy instantly defended.

"Your right. Not a slut… my slut." It reality she was far from a slut, but he couldn't help enjoying provoking her. Plus, he liked the idea of her being his. Cuddy seemed to as well because she didn't respond. "Good girl." House smirked, his hand sliding gently over her bright red ass.

Cuddy bit her lip and spread her legs farther apart, trying to get him to touch her where she wanted. "Please."

With that one word House couldn't stop his dick from hardening. It always made him extremely horny to have her begging for it. She only did it rarely, and he loved when he could make her. However, tonight she would have to say more than "please."

"Please what Lisa." House goaded with the use of her first name. Cuddy noticed, but didn't comment on that.

"I'm not going to beg you." Cuddy quipped back, the edge in her voice similar to the one she used to get what she wanted at work, only with lust laced in it.

"We'll see about that." House smirked, his hands tracing patterns on her inner thighs, while he trailed soft kisses down her spine.

Cuddy's knees quivered, and she had to bite her lip in pleasure. She gasped loudly, as he stroked so close to where she wanted it the most, only to pull away. "Please." She moaned once again. House smiled against her back, his hands now sliding up her sides, to dance around her nipples, but not touching them. Cuddy groaned as they became hard. "Oh God. Please House." Cuddy gave in slightly.

"Not good enough Lisa." House tormented further.

Cuddy groaned in disapproval, now trying to escape the cuffs for the first time. After a moment she knew it was no use. "Dammit House just touch me! Squeeze my nipples, stroke my pussy, I don't care just touch me!"

The grin that spread across House's face couldn't even be described. To hear such naughty words coming from Cuddy's mouth was something he had wet dreams about. "See now was that so hard?" House commented cockily. Before she could have a reply of her own however, House's hand shot down between her legs to stroke her clit as the other hand squeezed one of the twins. With that Cuddy's comeback died in the back of her throat a moan sliding past her lips instead. He was relentless on his thrusts against her clit, flicking across it hard and fast. Just before she could come however he pulled away leaving her panting and pissed.

"What the fuck House?" Cuddy cried out in sexual frustration.

"That's not my name." House replied cockily, his hands stroking up her spine.

"You bastard." Cuddy breathed, but made no attempt to correct what she called him.

House reached around his torso, cupping her twins in each hand. Slowly grinding his cock along her slick folds he felt her try to guide him inside of her. "You will say it by the end of the night love. One way or another." He left no room for argument as he slammed inside of her.

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