Author's Note: Thank you to PsycheCuore for guest authoring this delicous chapter.
Withholding
He woke to find her kneeling on the bed beside him hopeful expression on her face. He smiled slightly and drew her in for a kiss, allowing her to take it deeper. When they separated he was pleased to see she didn't press for more. The hopeful expression remained, though.
For the past five days he'd been withholding her orgasms, hoping to teach her some self control. She'd been misbehaving, twisting his instructions to suit herself too often.
He got a thrill out of the way her eyes lit up as he rolled her onto her back and settled atop her. He pressed his hips into her and her thighs parted to cradle his body. Their lips met again and a loud moan escaped her. He broke way to run kisses down her neck, hands smoothing over her thighs. Her hips bucked against him and he took pity on her, entering her smoothly.
He saw the question in her eyes and shook his head. She couldn't hide her disappointment, but clenched around him and arched her back to change the angle and increase his pleasure.
She thought back to the morning after he'd imposed his orgasmic ban. She'd found him in the kitchen. When she approached she was immediately encouraged onto the counter, and he'd taken only a second to turn off the hotplate before thrusting into her. She'd responded eagerly, thinking he'd changed his mind about the no orgasm rule. But he'd made no move to touch her, and simply sped up his thrusts until he came inside her. He'd smirked at her as he withdrew, "Did you think just because you're not allowed to come I wouldn't be making the most of that gorgeous body?"
The pattern had repeated itself over the last few days and she'd come to expect it. It didn't stop her from hoping each time would be different.
She fingered the collar at her neck and smiled. It wasn't like he was denying her completely. She couldn't imagine how she would cope with not being able to make love to him. And as long as he was happy, so was she.
With that in mind she clenched around him again, drawing her knees back toward her chest, doing everything she could to make it good for him. His breathing quickly became more laboured. She mumbled words of encouragement as he increased his speed, pushing her deeper into the mattress. Her hands clenched against his back in a vain attempt to keep herself from climax and keep him from leaving her. It proved futile as one minute later he withdrew from her. She watched him stroke himself a few times before he came, spilling over her thighs.
Cameron bit back a moan, her arousal spiking. House shuffled to the edge of the bed and started to dress. When he was finished he turned to her, still splayed out across his bed, their combined fluids coating her inner thighs.
"Clean yourself up and let's go. We don't want to be late for work."
The pitiful looks continued that day at work. He'd catch sight of her from his office and, as if she sensed she was being watched, she would always turn and meet his eyes. The longing he saw in hers didn't make him nearly as uncomfortable as it once had.
When they returned home that evening Cameron went straight to the bedroom to collect her collar. She carried it back into the living room and dropped to her knees in front of him where he sat on the couch.
She held the collar out to him. "Please?"
He shook his head. "We'll be going out soon."
"But I want to wear it," she pleaded.
He rolled his eyes, hating that one look could make him give in to her. He took the collar from her and shifted to the edge of the seat. One hand swept her hair to the side while the other brought the collar up to her throat. With infinite care he drew the ends together.
"Only for on hour or so," he told her.
She nuzzled her head into his palm, smiling softly.
With the familiar leather against her skin she relaxed against him. He pulled her up on to the couch with him, turning back to the TV. After awhile he got up and went into the kitchen, returning with two bowls of noodles. They ate in silence, pressed together.
Cameron lost track of time, happy to simply be with him. She was beginning to get drowsy when House shifted beside her.
"Get dressed, we're going out."
"I'm fine staying as I am."
"Then go wait by the door. I'll be out in a minute," he said.
Cameron scurried to the door and dropped to her knees. She glanced down the hallway, estimating how much time she'd have before he returned. Her hand began to inch down her belly. All she wanted was one little rub on her clit to ease the throbbing that had haunted her all day long.
She'd managed to get her hand halfway under her waistband when she heard his footsteps.
"What do you think you're doing?"
It was more of a demand than a question. She stared at him with wide eyes.
He wound his hand tightly in her hair, clutching a fistful and using it to guide her head backward. "Are you going to behave yourself?"
She nodded and he gave a sharp tug on her hair.
"Yes," she answered.
He drew her to her feet, and she followed him out to the car.
They pulled in to a parking lot fifteen minutes later and House killed the engine. He stopped her before she could open the door.
"Time for this to come off," he told her as he reached around to unbuckle the collar.
She looked at him questioningly, eyes locked on the collar in his hands.
"We're really going grocery shopping?" she asked, incredulously.
"Unless you want to survive on peanut butter and bread for the next week."
He opened his door and she followed suit, waiting as he locked the car. They made their way to the entrance and he took her hand in his, linking their fingers. She smiled at the gesture and allowed her disappointment to fade.
Inside the store, she reached to take control of the trolley but he caught her wrist in a firm grip. He used his hold to pull her to the end of the cart and wrapped her fingers around the left corner.
"I'm doing the driving."
She nodded, acknowledging that she would not move unless told. He guided the trolley up and down the aisles. He stopped and reached for a packet of clothespins, causing Cameron to regard him curiously.
"You have a dryer, what do you need clothespins for?"
He leered and pressed himself against her back. "When you're being naughty I can use them to punish you. Maybe you won't be so insolent with a couple of these squeezing your nipples."
She felt herself react instantly, and knew he could see her hardened nipples through the fabric of her shirt. He continued that way through the rest of the store, adding the necessary groceries but then stopping at something completely mundane and describing how he would use it to tease her.
A wooden spoon – "I can just imagine the little squeals you'd make if I spanked you with this."
A loofa glove – "Can you picture me touching you all over your body with this? The warmth and the heightened sensitivity it would cause?"
She felt like everyone else in the store knew exactly what was going on. She knew it was unlikely, that it was just her imagination, but even the thought turned her on.
She turned to see House pick up a box of latex gloves. Her heartbeat accelerated. He advanced on her, waving the gloves in her face.
"Maybe you have a doctor fantasy?"
She nodded eagerly. "There is one particular doctor I fantasize about constantly."
He smirked and tossed the gloves back on the shelf. "I've got better props at home, anyway."
She smiled and followed him to the next aisle. There he picked up a length of electrical cord. She thought nothing of it, figuring he needed to replace his extension lead. He surprised her by unraveling a section of the cord and wrapping it around her wrist in full view of other shoppers. Heat rose to her cheeks as she watched him bind her hand securely.
He gave a tug on the loose end, pulling her against him. He bent forward and whispered in her ear, "Makes an excellent restraint. It's sturdy, but won't abrade your skin. How does it feel?"
Dangerously erotic. "Perfect."
He kissed her quickly before unwrapping the cord from her wrist. Her cheeks were stained red but she didn't object to his actions and for that he was pleased. He glanced into the trolley and did a quick list check in his head.
"That looks about everything. Are you ready to go home?"
She nodded and he turned the trolley around and headed for the checkouts, but not before dropping the cord in with the rest of the items. Cameron followed silently, her mind spinning with thoughts of what was in store for her when they arrived back at his apartment.
Back in the car, he reached over to unbutton her pants, slipping his hand under the waistband of her panties to check her arousal. He found her soaked and rewarded her with a few shallow thrusts of his finger. He pulled something out of his pocket and handed it to her. Her face brightened as she saw her collar.
"You'll be needing this later tonight," he told her.
The instant they walked in the door House collapsed onto the couch. Cameron took the bags into the kitchen without a word. She quickly put the groceries away and brought the other items back into the living room. She dropped the bag in front of him and went to sit next to him. He stopped her before she had a chance to sit.
"Clothes off," he said casually, grabbing the remote and flipping on the TV.
She obeyed, tossing each item of clothing on the empty cushion beside him. She stood in front of him, waiting. When he bent forward she tensed expectantly, thinking he was reaching for the bag of toys. Instead, he plucked her panties from the file next to him and fingered the material.
"I want you to go into the bedroom and get yourself ready for me. When you're close to coming I want you to come back out here and let me know."
She stalled for a moment, wondering if there was more, thinking he'd put their improvised toys to good use. His focus was back on the TV, however, so she followed his instructions and headed into the bedroom.
He did his best to focus on what was playing on screen instead of the muffled moans emanating from the other room. Close to twenty minutes later he caught movement out of the corner of his eye. He shut off the TV and motioned for her to stand in front of him. He took in her flushed cheeks and the fine sheen of sweat covering her body and quirked an eyebrow at her.
"I'm close to orgasm," she told him.
"Did you get yourself nice and hot for me?"
Her legs trembled as she nodded.
"Show me. I want your fingers in your cunt, now."
She licked her lips and sighed, struggling to keep herself under control. His power over her was overwhelming. She pushed two fingers inside herself, twisting and curling to draw out the sensation. Her breathing was harsh and she did nothing to silence her cries, wanting him to see and hear how ready she was. She pulled her hand away and held her fingers out to him.
"Good girl, you are ready."
She beamed at his approval, eyeing the bag at his feet. He stood and retrieved something from a draw on the other side of the room.
He held it out to her. "I bought you a present."
She opened the bag and removed a flesh-toned dildo. Her head snapped up to look at him.
"I thought you could use a proper toy to play with. Why don't you go back to the bedroom and give it a test drive."
This time he followed her, standing at the foot of the bed. He stood and watched as she scooted backward on the bed, settling herself on her back. She caught his eye and spread her thighs. She slid the toy slowly inside herself, her eyes fixed on his. Her breath hitched and she tilted her hips to take the toy deeper.
He continued to watch her work the toy in and out of her body, bucking wildly.
"You have permission to come now, Cameron."
She worked herself into a frenzy, pumping furiously. The tendons in her thighs strained as she forced her legs wider. She tilted her pelvis, pressed as hard as she dared on her clit, but nothing worked. Tears formed in her eyes.
"I can't come," she cried.
"Keep going," he ordered, watching her carefully.
She brought one hand up to pinch and twist her nipple, keeping a steady rhythm with the dildo in the other. It sent a jolt of fire to her core but didn't bring her any closer to climax.
Her hand moved from her breast to her collar. She pulled on the D ring, a move that never failed to tip her over the edge. A silent scream of frustration escaped her. All her attention was focused between her thighs, on the new toy fucking her so well.
It felt amazing, but after five long days all she wanted was House inside her, knowing he wouldn't leave her unsatisfied again.
"I need you," she begged.
He watched her struggle for a minute more before stepping forward and halting her movements. He tossed the toy to the floor and brought his cock to her entrance. She whimpered as the head pushed into her, taking her slowly. He gave a few experimental thrusts before settling on a strong rhythm. After only four thrusts she was grasping at him, screaming his name as her long awaited orgasm crashed over her.
He held still, the force of her climax making it difficult to do anything else. She was incoherent, tossing her head from side to side. He watched her in awe. She was so responsive, forcefully clenching around his length to make sure he didn't withdraw. When he shifted back she grunted in protest.
"I've got you," he whispered, and pushed into her again.
This time he moved slowly, drawing out every stroke. He dropped his mouth to hers and kissed her, putting everything into the simple act. She ran her fingers through his hair as their tongues wrestled for dominance. His hands smoothed up her sides, stroking over her breasts and back down her stomach. Little tingles trailed after his hands, making her gasp. His thumb moved to her clit and circled, applying enough pressure to force her over the edge once more. He stifled her moans with his mouth, kissing her as she rode out the feeling. The sight and feel of her was too much, and he came hard.
She peppered tiny kisses all over his face while he recovered. He withdrew and rolled to the side, pulling her against him.
"Have you learned your lesson?"
She smiled. "Yes," and he got the impression she wanted to say more.
He decided not to push it for tonight, and wrapped his arm tighter around her, settling under the blankets.
"Good."
