Hello everyone! I was planning on writing a sequel for months, but I'd never had either the inspiration or an idea (watching NHK World didn't help as last time). I thought I would have time to focus on it during the summer holidays, but I've done pretty much nothing for two months (and by publishing this story, I'm absolutely not trying to distract you guys from the fact that I haven't updated 'From The Cradle To The Grave' in a while *smiles innocently*. It will happen. Don't worry. I'm working on it. :))
Anyway, this sequel popped into my mind when I woke up ten days before going back to school. And here it is. It's not a direct sequel to the first story (that's also why I'm not naming them 'chapters'), but it happens in the same circumstances. Nothing changes. House and Cuddy are still a couple, and this is just a break in their normal lives.
Since English isn't my mother tongue, IHeartHouseCuddy kindly corrected this story. Thank you so much for that. :)
Okay, so, last time was a bit BDSM. This new story is a tiny bit more. I hope you'll still enjoy it ;)
Breaktime - II
A slight, knowing smile draws on House's lips when Cuddy pushes open the door of his office. He has not done anything to annoy the personnel since morning, his patient is stable, he has not required any insane test or treatment. She has no valid, professional reason to come up to his office. He knows exactly what to expect.
"Are you going to do your paperwork by yourself someday?" she asks, walking towards his desk. He blatantly observes the sensual sway of her hips confined in the tight, grey pencil skirt he chose for her this very morning.
"I wouldn't hold too much hope," he replies as she lays a butt cheek on the corner of his desk, settling beside him.
"Your team is running a test for your patient?" Her voice is throaty, and sensual. She does not really care about his case, she knows it is under control. No, she is interested in something else... He knew it the second she stepped into the room. The scent of her arousal was too powerful not to notice.
"Yeah, they're preparing him for an MRI," he answers casually, ignoring her needs and most of all the growing bulge in his pants. He wants to play with her a little. It is part of their game, after all.
"Okay," she acquiesces. One would expect her to get up and leave, having obtained the answers she wanted. However, she remains, her intense stare piercing through his cerulean eyes as she rubs her thighs together gently. Playful, he turns away from her and resumes browsing the web on his laptop.
"You wanna tell me something, don't you?" he inquires after a few seconds, deciding he let her stew long enough. As he turns to her, she smiles, bites her lip and stands up slowly. She presses her crotch against his shoulder and lies a hand on her hip, arching slightly to enhance her cleavage. He pretends to be uninterested, although all he wants to do is bend her over the desk and take her roughly. She is well aware of it. They're engaged in a fight, both willing to struggle to win. There is no fun without a struggle. She will catch his attention and get what she craves by any means.
"Sir, I'm horny," she states in a low voice.
He rolls his eyes and whines, "Not now."
"But I'm so wet and so hot for you," she whispers, rubbing her pelvis against his shoulder. He struggles to resist, forcing himself not to give in to the carnal hunger he has for her. "I need you inside me so badly..."
"I said no," he refuses, both firmly and reluctantly.
"Please," Cuddy insists.
"Listen, I can't fuck you whenever you want me to." She pouts slightly. "I'm your master, remember? I get to decide, and you don't," he sets the record straight.
"At least let me touch myself," she demands in a hoarse tone.
"No," he forbids her. "Learn to control your impulses."
His argument hits the bull's eye, unexpectedly. She gives up. "Fine," she says, before she turns on her heels and leaves with an extra bounce to her hips, knowing he is watching her.
He smirks. It is too easy to be true. He will hear from her soon, and get her to beg him to give her what she wants. He will win, she will give in and surrender. Not without a fight, he hopes.
The thought of it is enough to make his dick throb with desire. "Dammit," he thinks as he pulls down his zipper, relieving slightly the pressure. "She didn't take any chance." They have been in the same room for barely a minute and he is already painfully hard.
As he touches himself, not averting his eyes from the door to make sure he will not be seen, he imagines her journey to her office. She is walking down the corridor. She is waiting for the lifts. She steps into one of them. She presses the button to the ground floor. She walks out of the cabin and into the clinic. She tells her PA she does not wish to be disturbed. She enters her office and shuts the door. She draws the blinds. She sits at her desk, grabs her cell phone. She begs him to please please please come downstairs and fuck her on her desk. A few seconds later, his cell phone vibrates in his pocket. He smiles, retrieves it and opens her text.
I'm all alone in my office, and I'm thinking of your big, mighty dick...
Good, he sends back to her. He is winning. Her arousal will consume her desire to fight.
But you refused it to me earlier... And I need to cum... The thought of you is so overwhelming...
He frowns, knowing exactly where this is heading. The tables are turning. He needs to restore his authority. You wouldn't, he threatens.
I'm running my fingers along my folds... Through the red thong you chose for me this morning... My pussy is so wet and willing for you, sir...
House smirks. It is his turn to struggle, now. Struggle to maintain her submission to him, struggle to keep his head. He cannot deny the incredible effect that her words have on him. Damn, she is good! DON'T. You don't have my permission.
Oh God, it feels so good... she defies him.
I'm coming down now. You don't get to disobey to me without a punishment. He presses the send button. This is going to be fun. He has already had to punish her before for her stubbornness, but never has she disobeyed to him. He pulls up his zipper, fumbles in one of his drawers and finds the key of her office. Another rule of his; she shall never be out of his reach. Always available.
With difficulty, he gets up and limps out of his office and towards the lift, silently praying for his massive erection to be unnoticed. He'll have her regret making him march the hospital in such a state. She has already won a battle, he realises. For once, he is getting to her, and not the other way around.
After an agonizingly slow descent to the ground floor, he hurries to her office, attempting to persuade himself he has not lost his self-control. But truth be told, he craves her.
"Doctor Cuddy doesn't want to be..." her assistant automatically recites when House approaches the door, however interrupting himself when he realises who the visitor is.
"To be disturbed," House finishes the young man's sentence. "Hence the closed doors and blinds, yeah, I got that. Why don't you go grab a coffee or something?" The PA stares at him hesitantly. "That's an order. Piss off." He considers it for a second, then walks away without a word. He'd rather face Cuddy's reprimands than House's wrath.
"Sir," Cuddy moans after he unlocked the door and stepped in. "I was just thinking of you."
He shuts the door behind him and locks it again. She is sitting behind her desk, her body hidden from the abdomen to her feet by the piece of furniture. He therefore cannot see her hands, but has a pretty good idea of what is happening down there. Her head is slightly tilted back, her cheeks are flushed and her eyes half-closed. A few sultry moans escape her lips among her ragged breath, as she ignores him and keeps going.
"You've been disobedient," he says, limping to stand beside her. She has pulled her skirt up to her waist, pushed her underwear down to her ankles, and spread her legs wide, two of her fingers massaging leisurely her bud. "Do you know what naughty little girls like you deserve?"
She looks up at him unabashedly. "A punishment?" she sighs in between moans.
"Yes. Get down on your knees," he orders.
"Can't it wait a bit?" Cuddy asks, wantonly and frantically rubbing her clit. "So close," she moans, staring straight into his eyes. "Oh, God..."
He is not quite sure whether she is pretending or not. Either way, as her master, he has to remind her who is in charge.
"On your knees," he argues, more harshly than he would have liked. However, her eyes show no fear. Only a spark of lust and a hint of challenge. She quits caressing herself, slightly brushing her body against his own as she gets on her feet. Plunging her eyes into his and not bothering to dress up, she kneels down at his feet. "I think I told you not to look at me in the eye," he reminds her. She obeys and drops her head, submissively and confidently. It is just a game. She knows he is not even angry at her, he is having fun just as much as she is. He will not hurt her. "What did I tell you when I set the rules?" he asks.
"That I shall not touch myself without your permission, sir," she answers docilely. She is in no position to rebel against him for now, but she will get her revenge eventually.
"That's right. What else?"
She keeps looking down at her hands resting on her lap. "That I will be punished whenever I disobey to you, sir."
"And what have you just done?" he asks in a steady voice, doing his best not to be overwhelmed by the sight of her kneeling down at his feet, submitted to him. He needs to keep his composure and remain strong. For the both of them.
"I have touched myself without your permission, and therefore have disobeyed to you, sir."
"That's right." He pats her head gently. "Now clean your fingers, you dirty little girl," he orders, gesturing towards her gleaming left hand. She does as she is told, and sucks her fingers into her mouth greedily, one by one, lapping her own juices. "Stand up and bend over your desk."
Cuddy obeys, briefly and boldly glancing into his eyes as she gets on her feet. Still in her stilettos, she steps out of her drenched thong wrapped around her ankles and bends over the table, legs spread, sticking out her ass in expectation. With the tip of his cane, House lifts her underwear from the floor, high enough for him to grab and pocket it. He might need it later.
"Now, Cuddy," he continues, seizing her hips and standing behind her. "I might alleviate your punishment. Is it the first time you touch yourself without my permission?"
"You don't want to know," she teases him with a smirk that he cannot see. She is determined to get her upper hand back.
His palm abruptly meets her ass in a loud smack, causing Cuddy to cry out in surprise and her arms to flinch. "Answer the question," he demands in a cold tone.
"Yes, sir, the first time." Words rush out of her mouth before she can stop them. "Damn," she thinks. Her mind is clouded with pleasure mixed with pain. She feels herself getting wetter, even though she doubted it was possible. She is going to lose this battle if she lets herself be overwhelmed by House's touch.
"Good." His hand slides leisurely across the sensitive flesh of her butt, causing her to grind her hips slightly.
She needs leverage. "But it sure as hell isn't the last time."
As she expected, his hand comes down on her ass again. She moans.
"Yes, it is. You will obey to me, Cuddy."
"You sound so sure of yourself. It's cute," she mocks.
House bends over, covering her back with his torso and her hands with his own. His bulge rubs against her butt cheek, causing her to groan. "You will never dare to do it again," he whispers threateningly in her ear. "That's what punishments are for, Cuddy. I will make you beg me to stop once you've learned your lesson." She turns to him, staring into his eyes. Cuddy distinguishes a hint of challenge dancing briefly in his look, beside a spark of arousal. "From now on, I want you to count," he says, pulling back.
"Count?" she repeats stupidly, confused. When his hand smacks her buttocks, she understands. She yelps in surprise and gasps as the shock wears off, leaving a tingling sensation. House clears his throat expectantly. "One," she counts.
His hand remains on her behind and caresses it almost tenderly. "You're getting twenty. Ten for disobeying, and ten for your insolence."
"What insolence?" she questions. Smack! "Two!" she cries out. House smirks, watching with delight her cheeks bounce. This last spank rekindles the feeling of tingling, emphasizing it into a light sting. Her skin is turning a light pink.
"You're being insolent," he confirms, dealing her another blow.
"Three," she gasps, her ass throbbing with heat.
"You answer back, " he enumerates, spanking her once more. "You make me walk the hospital to come and give you your punishment."
"Four." Her soft, pale skin is now a deeper shade of rose.
"You disobey to me shamelessly. I haven't heard an apology yet?"
"Five. I'm not going to apologize," she refuses in between sharp breaths.
"Aw, that's really too bad." He switches to her left side. His palm meets her flesh, harder than before. Cuddy cries out in pain.
"Six," she manages to utter after a brief hesitation. She is not sure. Her thoughts die before she can put them into words. All she can think about is the radiating pain in her behind, relieved briefly and replaced with immense pleasure when he hits her.
"I will get my apology," he promises, slapping her butt once again. She lets out a part-scream, part-moan noise, sticking her ass out further. Her core is burning with unsatisfied desire.
"Eight," she soughs.
"That'll make twenty-two," he announces, running his hand across her tender flesh and making her shudder.
"What?" she protests, turning around to him. "What did I do wrong?" What she sees amazes her. Sweat is pearling across his brow and his eyes have turned a silver grey from powerful arousal, shining with lust.
Exactly what she needs.
"Look ahead," he reminds her. She does so and smirks. It looks like she is getting her advantage back. "Forgot how to count? It was the seventh spank," he growls. "You're getting two more for that."
"Fine, okay," she urges him. She misses his hand smacking her ass too much to bother fighting him. The feeling is addictive. House cocks an eyebrow, obviously suspecting something.
"Get this one right," he threatens, his palm coming down on her buttocks once again. She moans more than she gasps.
"Sixty-two?" she coos, wiggling her ass towards him. Against all odds, he bends over, her back pressed to his chest and slides his arm below her chin, thus pulling her head up and keeping it in place. He however makes sure he does not hurt her or handles her too awkwardly.
"You little slut, you're loving it," he breathes in her ear. She can't help but moan. He slips his free hand to her sex, sliding two fingers between her drenched lips, before ramming them inside of her as deeply as he can. Cuddy groans loudly, her walls naturally clenching at him. "Feel how wet you are?" He starts to pump his fingers slowly.
"Yes, sir," she murmurs.
"You're dripping," he grunts, pulling his digits out of her. She whimpers. "You love being punished, don't you?" He sucks on her earlobe. "Answer me," he demands. That's it, he has humiliated her enough to urge her to fight again. In spite of her restrained position, she takes a step back. Her ass meets the impressive bulge in his pants. She rocks her pelvis gently against his own. He tries his best not to make a single noise, but his breath in her ear quickens.
"You're so hard already," she murmurs wantonly. "I made you this hard, didn't I?" She cranes her neck as much as possible, staring into his deep glance out of the tail of her eye. "You will be the first one to beg," she promises, causing him to smirk.
"I don't think so, Cuddy." He flickers her clit with his fingertip, catching her off-guard. Her hips jerk, but she keeps from grinding her pelvis as he repeats the motion. "I don't think so." He pulls away, quits touching her. Cuddy bites her lip so as to restrain herself from whimpering. The next spank surprises her. She cries out, the rekindled pain more overwhelming than ever, and nearly collapses onto her desk. "Didn't I tell you to count?" he reminds her.
She makes an outstanding effort to recall and, breathless, she lets out a weak "Nine".
He taps her ass gently. "Very good, Cuddy." The two following blows are given one behind the other.
"Ten, eleven," she counts. "You're rushing it. Why? Planning on relieving the tension after you're done punishing me?" she teases him, rubbing her butt against his crotch and turning around. He bends over again, brandishing the red thong he has just pulled out from his pocket. "Don't force me to gag you."
"You wouldn't," she asserts confidently. "You love when I fight you. You love to hear me moan and scream your name." He stares into her eyes. She dares to hold his gaze, defiantly.
"You know, I was planning on giving you a good fuck after I'm done," he tells her in a throaty voice. "But since you're being such a naughty girl, I don't think you deserve it..."
Desperation crosses her features. He knows she has lost her upper hand and will submit herself to him again. He has found the only argument she cannot fight against.
He has won.
She bows down her head. He tries his best not to let his exultation show.
"Are you going to be a good girl and take your punishment?" he asks her.
"Yes, sir."
"Are you going to deserve to be fucked?"
"Yes, sir." He pats her head tenderly and stands up. "Twelve," she enunciates docilely as he spanks her once more. She does not even want to rebel against her master again. She knew he would win, eventually. He always wins. Truth be told, she wanted him to win from the beginning, wanted him to confirm his superiority and dominance, to conquer her and make her all his again. And she gives in willingly, loving every second of it. She arches slightly, totally submissive, sticking her ass out, and takes her punishment obediently.
Four slaps follow; thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen. She does not get her numbers wrong, extremely focused in spite of the immense pleasure and pain coursing through her nerves. Every slap seems to increase in force, much to her delight. However, as much as she loves it, she wants to get it over with. Not because of the pain, but because of what is coming up next. House obviously feels the same. Every time that his palm falls down on her ass, she hears him grunting and panting louder.
He carries on. Seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty. Cuddy expects the two final spanks, but his hand does not meet her flesh.
"Sir?" she calls, tentatively.
"What's wrong, Cuddy? Need something?" he asks, knowingly. She mentally curses herself. Of course. He wants her to beg him. Without faltering, she surrenders. The latest sharp blows left her panting and craving for more. He owns her. Her pleasure and her pain, she has to get it from him, has to get everything from him.
"Please, sir," she murmurs.
"Please what?" he urges her, caressing her tender flesh, which has turned to crimson. The lightest touch revives the fading pain, causing her to moan loudly.
"Please, sir, punish me!" she cries out, not giving a damn about what she sounds like. She cannot care less. "I'm such a naughty girl, punish me, please!"
Without any warning, he gives her the hardest spank of the whole session, knocking her off balance. As she screams, her frail arms give up on her and she collapses on her desk. "Twenty-one!" With a grunt, he finishes her off. "Twenty-two!" she cries, not really knowing what she is feeling. Pain over pleasure. Pleasure over pain. A mix of the two. She is fulfilled. She needs so much more. She is confused. Whatever it is that she is feeling, it reduced her to a panting and sweaty mess sprawled on her desk, legs still bearing her weight with a strength coming from God-knows-where. House is breathing sharply above her, contemplating his artwork.
"Thank you, sir," she murmurs faintly.
"You're welcome." He leans over and gives each of her butt cheeks a long, loving kiss. "You did good, Cuddy. You took it for me. I'm so proud of you."
She grins between two attempts to catch her breath. The unsatisfied desire burning in her core quickly tortures her again. She wriggles her butt, trying to touch House by any means. Finally, she hears him undo his belt and pull down his zipper, followed by a low groan as his cock finally springs free. He seizes her hips firmly and immobilizes her.
"Please," she begs him automatically, as she is used to do every time before he takes her. "Please sir, fuck me!"
"I want something else, Cuddy," he growls, slipping his cock between the lips of her drenched sex. As he coats his shaft with her profuse juices, he brushes her clitoris ever so gently, with enough pressure for a pang of arousal to jolt into her lower-stomach, but not enough for her to get any pleasure out of it. She holds out her arms and grips the edge of the desk with a long, pleading whimper.
His apology. The one he promised to get from her.
"I'm so sorry, sir," Cuddy cries, at the end of her rope. "I'm so sorry I disobeyed to you, I won't do it again! Please forgive me!"
She has barely finished her sentence when he slams into her to the hilt. She cries out.
"Fuck, so wet," he groans. He has pushed into her so smoothly, he cannot believe it. She is amazing. She feels amazing. Her velvet walls sheathe his cock perfectly. He always fits perfectly in her body.
Cuddy moans loudly at the feeling of him deep inside her. It is so fulfilling, and yet she still craves more. It is like she can never get enough of him.
"Fuck, Cuddy," he growls. "You wanted me inside you, didn't you?"
"Yes, sir," she whimpers weakly, brought down by the tension building up. He keeps still for a few seconds, basking in her tight, soaked heat, until they cannot bear the accumulating pressure anymore. He pulls away slowly, the friction created making them both shudder, till he is completely out of her, however still poking at her entrance.
"Sir," Cuddy pleads, opening up to welcome him in. He smirks triumphantly. She is totally at his mercy. Without any warning, he thrusts into her forcefully, as deeply as possible again, causing her to cry out in ecstasy. This time, however, he does not stop there; he withdraws as fast as he entered her, until only his head remains inside her, and pushes into her again, just as rapidly as before, tearing a scream from her mouth. He keeps on repeating the motion, his pelvis slamming against her ass. She screams out every time he meets the deepest of her, always pushing further, it seems.
"Oh, God, House," she lets out at some point.
"Remember to call me sir," he growls, spanking her gently even though he is too busy fucking her to care.
He won't last long. The tension in his lower-belly threatens to explode at every mighty pelvic stab. Cuddy's walls are already squeezing him sporadically. He groans. He sees her clenching her fists and eyes shut, keeping her orgasm at bay.
"That's right," he congratulates her breathlessly. "Don't cum before me." A few thrusts later, he is done. Groaning loudly, he grips her waist tightly, as if attempting to crush her. He keeps on ramming inside her as he feels himself emptying down her womb, giving her all that he has. "Cum, now," he manages to order as he keeps spurting. Cuddy cries out, letting herself go at last. Her orgasm takes grip of her, ravages her body, overwhelms her powerfully, for what seems to last both a second and an eternity.
House collapses on top of her, thoroughly spent and still inside of her, as she lets out a last, faint cry of ecstasy and a sigh of bliss. They just lay there on her desk, struggling to catch their breath.
That's when he feels a spasm of pain surge through his leg. He grunts. "Come on, Cuddy, one last effort," he urges her, wrapping his arms around her stomach so as to lift her. She pushes weakly on her arms and they stand up together. His arms draped around her tone belly, still not pulling out of her, he takes a step back, finds her chair and slumps heavily onto the seat, taking her with him. He fumbles in the pocket of his jeans for a bottle of ibuprofen and swallows two pills. In order to relieve some of the pressure off his lap, Cuddy attempts to get up. He pulls her closer to him. "No," he breathes, burying his face in her neck. She smiles and holds his hands. Panting softly, they let time go by, happily huddled together on the chair. His breath tickling her neck and her head lolling on his shoulder, they merely enjoy each other's presence. "Rough day?" he asks her after a few peaceful moments.
She sighs. "Meeting with the board in..." She grabs his wrist and takes a look at his watch. "Twenty minutes."
"You're going to kick ass," he encourages her, kissing her shoulder delicately.
"If I can manage to sit down for an hour, sure," she says, shifting slightly. Her buttocks still feel uncomfortable. She assumes she will be feeling the aftermath of her punishment for a few more days. "Twenty-two? Seriously?"
"You deserved it," House replies.
She cranes her neck and turns to him. "I know." They smile. "But still, I don't want to go to that meeting. I'm too tired for this bureaucratic bullshit," she whines, before gracefully standing up.
"I agree with you on that point. It's bullshit," he concedes. "Come back here."
"I have to shower and change. Because of you!" she accuses him playfully, pulling her skirt down again. He lunges forward and begins to unbutton her blouse leisurely.
"Shower, you said? Let me help." She smiles and lets him undress her.
"Besides, I'm sure your team is done with the MRI," she reminds him once he is done and the garment slides open. "You should check on your patient."
He rolls his eyes. "Fine, fine. I'll leave you to your bureaucratic bullshit." He stands up and pulls his pants back up. She holds out her hand to him expectantly. Reluctantly, he gives her thong back to her. With a smile, he pulls her into a brief hug, kissing her tenderly. Once he is sure she has locked herself in her private bathroom, he grabs the phone receiver sitting on her now messy desk.
When Cuddy arrives to the meeting room right on time, she is startled to see absolutely no one. Apparently, her PA called the board and cancelled the meeting, following her request. When she confronts the young man about it, he denies. As she turns around, she catches a glimpse of House in the clinic. He winks at her. "Never mind," she tells her slightly panicky assistant before she enters her office, a wide grin spreading across her lips.
There might a third story, but I can't promise it. I don't want to disappoint you... Anyway, I'm leaving the story marked as 'Complete', but please stay tuned! Thank you for reading. :)
