Hi everyone! I am back with a new chapter.

This one is a little different from the others. It's sort of a role-reversal, as you'll find out soon enough. It's not what I'm usually drawn to, but as I wrote this, I realised that, well, it wasn't that bad.

The fact that this chapter made it here is quite the miracle - and you'll have to thank my friend House-less, who (strongly) encouraged me to publish it. I wasn't going to for the next, uh... five years (you know me!). It was going to be the second part of this role-reversal thing (but as it turned out, this being the first part made more sense!). So there might be a second part to this, I have some ideas but I haven't started writing it yet. It will also depend on your feedback, of course! (There are also more chapters in the work, if you're more of a fan of the 'traditional' format!)

So I'll let you read now. I really hope that you'll enjoy it. Please let me know what you think? Thank you!


Breaktime - VII.


The more time passes, the more she replays her newfound fantasy in her head.

It's becoming quite a problem. There are times when, instead of paying attention to a board member talking to her or to an expense report she has to review, she pictures herself dominating House in various scenarios, fucking him until she can't take it anymore – fortunately, while it's becoming a problem, it's also become a habit, given the unexpected turn that their sex life took. For this reason, she's mastered the art of concealing all signs of arousal, even when the next thing she craves is one swipe of her finger over her clitoris to finally release that tension.

She's actually not sure her newfound fantasy is anything new. It popped into her head a few days back, when she lay thinking in bed. What if she was the one dominating him? But she'd be lying if she said that, during their years of bickering and struggling for power at the hospital, she'd never entertained the idea of being the one at an advantage. When he had the upper-hand and got what he wanted, she'd storm back into her office, fuming, fantasising about how she could shut him up next time. Somehow it had never involved sex, even if back then she already liked it a little rough. But the idea was there. The fantasy must have been there somewhere, too, in a dark recess of her mind.

And now, she has years of kinky sexual fantasies to catch up with.

As the days go by, she has one perfectly detailed and choreographed idea of what she could do with him.

She knows exactly what she wants.

Which is why she's confident when she asks him one Friday night:

"Think we could try out some role-reversal?"

Even though it came out of the blue and it's a little outside his comfort zone, even though he slightly shifts in discomfort at the idea, she knows that, like her, he is insanely curious, and that feeling will get the best of his apprehensions. That, and the fact that he knows he can trust her – just like she knows she can trust him. There's no reason for him to say no.

And he doesn't.

"Sure," he tells her, sitting on the bed, playing it cool. "What do you have in mind, boss?"

Cuddy bites her lip and straddles his lap, careful not to put too much pressure on his leg. "Thank you," she whispers against his lips, before kissing him gently. House, already in the mood, responds eagerly, pulling her against him. For what she has in mind, Cuddy needs to get herself wet; gently, she takes his hands and puts them on her breasts, slowly rolling her hips against his. This movement is enough to make her feel that familiar twinge in her lower stomach and the electricity in the small of her back. That, and his hands on her breasts, gently cupping her, teasing her already erect nipples through her clothing. No doubt it has the same effect on House – but tonight, it's not her problem to deal with.

She pulls away from him, standing between his legs. His lips are wet and his eyes darkened with desire.

With a smirk, she peels off her clothing, slowly, staring into his eyes. She sees him shift, lick his lips. The curtains are drawn and her bedside lamp is on. The room is dim, but it's enough for him to see her, even though by now he knows her body by heart.

When she's completely naked, she pulls an item out of her nightstand drawer and slowly sits down on the bed, her back leaning against the headboard, his gaze following her every move. When she spreads her arms out and lifts them, revealing the pair of steel handcuffs that she's holding in each hand, she can see surprise in his eyes for a brief second – he probably expected to be the one handcuffed to the bed frame. But he quickly recovers, and the next thing she sees is a spark of mischief – does he see the same thing in her eyes when the roles are reversed, she wonders.

Just like always, they communicate a hundred things through one look in a second. They don't need to speak. He knows what she's getting at.

He's on the same wavelength as her.

"Tie me up," she demands in a firm tone. It comes naturally to her, even if in bed with him, she's more used to pleading and begging. And she's not afraid of this new role.

He's not afraid, either.

He does as he is told.

House kneels beside her on the bed, and takes the metal handcuffs from her. He softly slips her left hand inside the cuff, their fingers brushing against each other. The matching cuff he locks around one of the vertical metal bars of her headboard.

Her breath hitches when the cuffs click shut – House's quickens when he lightly tugs on the chain, testing her restraints.

When he secures her right wrist, she's completely at his mercy, and yet they both know she'll be getting exactly what she wants.

Cuddy speaks up then. "Listen to me very closely, House." He turns to her and she knows that she has all his attention. "If you do not do exactly as I say, I will not allow you to come," she warns.

She does all the talking, doesn't expect him to answer like she does when he's in charge, knowing it could take time for him to fully acknowledge his submission. Even though he doesn't reply, she can tell by the way he looks at her that he's completely given up control to her, and her alone.

She may be handcuffed to her own bed, but at that moment she's the one in charge.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Take off your clothes."

Once again, he does as he is told, stepping off the bed. His tee shirt comes off first, revealing his strong shoulders and broad chest. He toes off his socks, drops his jeans and underwear to his ankles, and stands by her side, his thick and hard cock jutting proudly into the air.

Cuddy takes a moment to admire him as he stands there, waiting for her instructions.

"There's a cock ring in the drawer," she informs him. He opens it, finds the metal ring among her toys. "Put it on. I don't want you coming before I'm ready to let you. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Mistress," he answers. From her experience, she would guess that he said it to lighten the atmosphere a bit. But she sees the obedience in his eyes, hears it in his voice. He's utterly at her mercy. It makes her nipples hard and her pussy wet.

Slowly, he slides the ring down his cock until it's pressed against his pubic bone, and squeezes his balls in. He can feel the pressure in his cock already. It's a little tight, but it's not uncomfortable.

Cuddy seems satisfied. With an easy smile, she slowly spreads her legs, as though they had all the time in the world. As though she weren't on the verge of exploding if he didn't touch her immediately. House looks at her, takes in the beautiful sight of her wet, glistening pussy.

"Eat my pussy."

He licks his lips.

"Don't stop until I tell you to."

He looks at her with hunger in his eyes. Gets on the bed between her legs. Takes a second to look at her body – her dark curls tumbling down her shoulders, her eyes darkened with desire, her swollen lips, her nipples hard and tight, her firm and toned stomach, her strong and muscular thighs, her pussy dripping onto the sheet. She always takes his breath away.

She's cuffed to the bed, apparently helpless. He could very well say fuck it and have his way with her how he wants it, disregarding her desires. But he doesn't. His obedience, and this trust between them, is a more powerful aphrodisiac than his tongue on her clit.

He buries his face between her thighs and, just like she told him to, eats her pussy.

Cuddy lets out a long moan when he starts by flattening his tongue against her sex and licking the entire length of her, from her perineum to her clit. He knows precisely what she wants: to come as many times as she wishes. She does not want to be teased. And he knows what works for her.

He's not going to disappoint her.

His tongue feels wet and hot against her. He's entirely focused on his task, driving her steadily to orgasm. He alternates between trapping her bud between his lips to lick it and suck it more precisely – which sends electricity up her spine – and thrusting his tongue inside her as deeply as he can, eagerly licking off all of her juices. Cuddy unabashedly rolls her hips against his face, eager for him to suck on her clit harder, to thrust his tongue deeper into her pussy.

She looked down at him when he started, but she soon threw her head back against the headboard and closed her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy all that he gave her without a care for who was responsible for it. She's not mindful of crushing his face between her thighs or bucking her hips against his nose, or of moaning or screaming too loudly, for that matter. She's going to use his face selfishly, for her own pleasure, just like he occasionally does with her. He seems to like it just as much she does, holding onto her hips. And there's the knowledge that he's there between her thighs not because he enjoys it, or because she enjoys it, or because he hopes she may repay the favour – but because she told him to.

When her first orgasm of the night hits her, he does not stop or even slow down – just like she instructed. Even as she glides back to earth, he keeps going. He trusts that she would tell him if she were too sensitive but she doesn't, and he hears her moans above him. This time, he decides to slide a finger into her, his mouth focusing on her clit as he caresses that sweet spot inside her. Cuddy groans louder when he does, rolling her hips in rhythm with his ministrations. It does not take her long to come a second time and when she does, her back arches and he hears the metal of the handcuffs clink against her headboard as she screams her elation. She wants to grip his hair, push on his head and hold him there – no doubt that the cuffs are making her more powerful by getting him to do as she says instead of forcing him to, though – but all she can do is squeeze her thighs around him and drive her hips into his face. He reasserts his obedience by nestling himself further between her legs. What strikes him is that she doesn't call his name like she usually does – she seems completely oblivious to his presence, solely focused on her own pleasure. He realises that who he is does not matter. He could very well be one of her lame dates – though he doubts any of them ever went down on her. If they even made it to her bedroom, that is – or one of her toys.

He feels utterly objectified, and he's enjoying every second of it, his cock painfully hard.

Still he doesn't let on, gently guides her back to him. He's planning to take his time and make her come as often as possible, so he adds a second finger, stretching her walls as he sucks on her throbbing clitoris, occasionally grazing it with his teeth. Her juices are flowing freely around his mouth now, and her powerful scent engulfs him. Her skin is slick with sweat beneath his palm, and he decides to rest one of her legs on his shoulder. The change of angle is welcome and he can penetrate her deeper, which she approves of with a long moan. Her third orgasm almost takes them both by surprise, her cunt suddenly clenching around his fingers. He is gentle this time, and decides to withdraw his fingers when her orgasm ends and her walls twitch erratically around him.

Softly, tenderly, he drags his tongue across her sex, occasionally tickles her clit with the tip of his tongue – her hips jerk forward and her breath quickens – before making his way to her perineum, sucking on the bit of flesh, testing her reaction. Cuddy lets out a long moan, lifting her ass towards him, though he'll never know if it was conscious. He listens to her body however, slips his hands beneath her ass and gently circles her asshole with his tongue. It's not long before he dares thrust his tongue into her tight hole, feeling it open up for him, as he hears Cuddy's louder moans and, again, the clink of metal against metal. The tip of his nose occasionally bumps into her clitoris and every time it does, he can feel her muscles clench tightly around him. He's more insistent with his ministrations, pushing her to orgasm yet another time. This time he's quick to press the tip of one of his wet fingers against her hole, slipping into her ass up to his second knuckle. Cuddy screams loudly, and as he once again presses his mouth against her clit, he can feel her pussy clench against his lips and chin. Before she has a chance to recover from her orgasm, he eagerly pumps his finger in her ass, flicking her engorged clitoris back and forth with his tongue. At this point, Cuddy is one undulating wave of pleasure, her moans blending into one another, and if it weren't for the tell-tale clench of her walls he wouldn't be able to tell when she came. She rolls her hips in time with his thrusts, shamelessly requesting that he gives her more. He keeps fucking her, keeps sucking on her clit, until her back arches violently and she turns silent, her breath caught in her throat as she's yet again submerged with a wave of intense and powerful pleasure.

This time, when it's over, the pain that comes with him overstimulating her is too much for her to push through.

"Stop."

He does the second she says so.

She tried to make it sound like she's perfectly in control – but, really, she's not fooling anyone. She's breathless and her tone lacks the firmness from before. But he does not think any less of her. He hopes she knows that.

He looks up, her knees resting on his shoulders, his lips glistening with her juices. Cuddy stares right back with a blissful smile on her face, her head resting askew, her cheeks a deep pink, her chest heaving, and her eyes hooded. His heart swells with pride with the knowledge that he did that to her. He drops a gentle kiss to her inner thigh, overwhelmed with his devotion for her.

Her legs twitch and she catches her breath. He wonders if she's going to stop there and leave him to deal with his frustration – though she did say that she would allow him to come if he behaved. The need to come is nestled deep in his lower stomach, his cock twitching with desire, but he won't touch himself unless she gives him permission to – although he's not comfortable enough yet to ask for it.

When she's regained human shape, she licks her lips and speaks up: "Come here." He does as he is told, kneeling beside her. "Give me a kiss," she orders.

He's more than happy to oblige, tangling his hands in her hair as he leans over to kiss her mouth. She quickly shoves her tongue into his mouth, kissing him eagerly, tasting herself on his lips, taking all the pleasure she needs from him. He groans into her mouth, his cock twitching with desire. She pulls away before he's fully satisfied with the kiss, and stares into his eyes.

"Now listen to me carefully, House. You're going to put your cock in my mouth," she tells him then. His breath hitches at her language, but he has heard nothing yet. "You're going to ram it down my throat, and you're going to choke me with it until you're right on the edge."

He's too stunned to say anything. Instead, he obeys her, and pulls on her hair to bring her face closer to his erection. He wastes no time teasing her by rubbing the tip against her lips like he often enjoys, and thrusts himself hard into her throat. He hears her gag and he looks down at her, amazed to find her staring into his eyes. Maintaining eye contact, she bobs her tongue along this cock, daring him to go deeper, harder.

And he does, bringing himself dangerously close to orgasm. He didn't think he could hold on any longer, but he does, burying himself down her throat, because she enjoys it. Because she told him to.

Holding onto her hair, he begins to slowly thrust into her, burying himself ball deep each time, the metal of the cock ring warm against her top lip. Although she's done this enough times to avoid it, Cuddy gags loudly against his cock, knowing it would please him, knowing it made her wet, looking into his eyes. Obediently, House doesn't avert his eyes as he slowly and methodically fucks her face, gradually picking up pace. Each of his thrusts comes with a low grunt, her throat tight and warm around his cock. The pressure in his balls is almost unbearable by now, but not as much as the need to come, searing his lower stomach. When he feels himself tottering on the edge, he yanks at her hair and pulls her off his cock as she gasps. Thick threads of saliva link her to him, but neither of them pays attention to that.

"Take off the ring," she orders immediately.

He does so, sighing with relief when the pressure inside his balls suddenly drops to a more bearable level.

"Go ahead and touch yourself for me."

House wraps his hand around his erection, taking it slow – his cock is slick with his juices and her saliva, but he couldn't care less. He can't come before she tells him to, and he's so close that he has to be extremely careful. The slightest variation in speed or pressure could be his undoing.

"Now cup your balls with your left hand." He does so and squeezes them, trying to ease the ache. He does not know how he manages to resist the urge to come right at this moment. He's so hard it's verging on painful, but it feels so good he can't repress his loud moan. "That's right. Do you want to come like a big boy for me right now, House?"

"Yes," he forces out.

"Do you want to come on my face?"

He grunts as a response.

"Do you want everyone to know who I belong to? Do you want to humiliate me, House? Go ahead. Make me your little cum slut. Make me yours. Come on my face. Come for me. Now."

With a shout, he grips her hair and explodes on her face, barely aware that she eagerly stuck her tongue out, staring straight at his face. His hand tugs his cock erratically, trying to prolong his orgasm.

When he's done, her face is a mess of come and saliva, her hair matted and strewn with his seed. Her pussy wasn't in a much better state when he left it. But she looks absolutely elated – and properly, thoroughly fucked.

"Untie me," she whispers. He grabs the key sitting on the bedside table and frees her from the handcuffs, slowly bringing her numb arms down to the sides of her body. When he puts the handcuffs back into the drawer, he grabs a couple of tissues and uses one to clean his hand. The other he uses to wipe her pussy clean, so that she doesn't drip onto the carpet when she goes to the bathroom to clean herself up. Predictably enough, her juices have left a stain on the sheet.

Cuddy eventually sits up, laying a hand on his shoulder for support as he sits down on the bed. "I'll get you a towel," she tells him softly before she heads to the bathroom. He reaches for his ibuprofen while she's gone. He hears the water running for a minute, and when she returns her face is spotless and she cleaned her hair as best she could, but he can still tell some of it is sticking together with his semen. She drops to her knees in front of him and gently wipes his cock clean with a warm, wet cloth. He thanks her with a nod, and she sets the cloth on the bedside table before she hands him his pyjama pants and she dons a white lacy nightgown. Cuddy threads her way beneath the sheets and he joins her when he's dressed. He's lying on his back when, just as usual, she cuddles up beside him, idly caressing his chest, and he wraps his arms around her and holds her close to him.

"'Your wrists okay?" he asks after a while.

"Bit sore."

He takes the hand that's faintly tracing mindless patters on his chest. There's some light bruising on her wrists where the cuff dug into her skin. He gently rubs the bluish marks.

"Maybe we should invest in padded cuffs," he thinks aloud.

"The wrists aren't the problem," she says, looking up at him. "My shoulders are stiff."

He kisses her wrist before he lets go of it, and proceeds to knead her left shoulder. She smiles against his chest.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asks him.

"Yes."

"All of it?"

"All of it."

"Care to do it again?"

"Sure."

She laughs. "Did I rob you of your words?"

"I'm surprised you're talking. How many times did I make you come?"

She shrugs. "I wasn't exactly counting."

"Yeah, I noticed," he says, not without a hint of pride. There's a pause. "Do you want me to make you come more?" he asks eventually.

"What?" She looks up at him, and he meets her gaze. "No. That's not what this was about. I'm fine being denied and not allowed to come when you're in charge. I didn't do this because I wanted to come more. I did this because I wanted to objectify you."

"Right." He smirks – again, not without a hint of pride. She arches an eyebrow, prompting him to explain. "After you got what you wanted, you… dominated me into using you. Into humiliating you. Smart. And sexy."

"I want what I want," she says with a smile. "And I learned from the best."

He grins, gives her a deep kiss. "Feel free to try that again sometime soon."

"I'll keep you posted," she whispers against his mouth. They turn off the lights and settle into each other's arms for the night.


Thank you for reading! Btw, I'm always open for suggestions. :)