A/N: FINALLY I can upload this! I've been trying since Friday. Anyway, here it is. Enjoy :)
Disclaimer: I don't own House. Deal with it.
Warning: Some kinky smut in this chapter. And when I say kinky I mean some BDSM but not hardcore. So if that doesn't float yer boat, don't read. It won't hurt your understanding of the rest of the story.
Chapter 12
Wilson was flabbergasted. Since when was House into kinky shit like that?? And he had no idea what to think about Cameron being kinky in the least. While he sputtered to come up with an answer, House was already on his way out of the cafeteria.
The day passed painfully slowly for House and Cameron. Stacy stayed well out of his way and he made no attempts to speak to her either. Cuddy managed to corner him in the staff lounge late that day, however, with some good news.
"Stacy's leaving."
"Already?"
"She's taking Mark back to Short Hills and he's going to finish rehab there. It's closer to home."
House almost breathed a sigh of relief. "Well now that that's out of the way, can I go back to work now?"
"Sure, as long as it's in the clinic."
He lowered his eyelids at her. "Yes Mistress."
At 5:45 House checked out of the clinic, grabbed his stuff and left 15 minutes early. He had to make a quick stop on his way home and didn't want Cameron to have to wait for him in case he was running late. He had plans, and he didn't want them to be ruined simply due to bad traffic.
When he got home, he put on a CD, poured himself a glass of scotch and ordered a pizza. Cameron was due any time and he felt himself growing more excited as the minutes ticked by.
There was a quiet knock at the door that could only be her and he got up to let her in. As soon as the door closed behind her, he kissed her deeply and passionately, burying his fingers in her hair as they moved across the room.
She could taste the scotch on his tongue as hers wrestled with it and it made her eyes flutter closed. He lowered her onto the couch and was just about to move on top of her when another knock at the door halted things.
"Pizza guy. Don't move."
Cameron sat up while House got the pizza and set it on the coffee table before grabbing a couple of beers from the kitchen. "Eat up. You're going to need your strength," he smirked as he opened the pizza box.
"Yes, doctor," she breathed in his ear before grabbing a slice for herself. While she was eating, he stole a glance at her. He didn't really notice when she arrived but she was dressed to kill as always. She had on a white button down blouse and a black pleated skirt, sheer tan pantyhose and black fuck me pumps. He almost wanted to forget about the pizza and ravish her right then. The thought of her lying underneath him, her legs wrapped around his hips still wearing those shoes was enough to stir his nether regions into high gear.
"Did you miss me?" he asked her, once they finished eating and were enjoying their beers.
"What do you think?"
"I think you did. Even aside of the whole Stacy issue. I knew you couldn't stay mad at me for long."
"It would be easier to stay mad if you weren't so damn good looking," she muttered, but loud enough for him to hear. That brought a smile to his face.
"So..tell me..what's one fantasy you've always had but never had the chance to act on?"
Cameron laughed into her beer. "Where did that come from?"
"Curiosity. I want to explore the dark side of Allison Cameron."
She looked at him for a long time. "You're serious."
"Very. Surely there must be at least one. My first guess is that you're into roleplay. If that naughty school girl outfit you're wearing is any indication," he said, motioning to her clothes.
"I won't deny it. Sometimes it's fun to..go a little wild. Fantasies are good."
"Yes they are. I have a few of my own."
"Oh?"
It happened so fast she hardly knew what happened. One minute he was sitting next to her, and the next he had both her hands behind her back, heard a couple of "clicks" and then he got up, flipped her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing and limped down the hallway toward his bedroom.
"House! What the.."
"You have your fantasies..I have mine. Now shush." He dumped her on his bed before reaching for two vicodin. His leg was screaming in protest after that little trip down the hall. Even though he was able to hold her over his shoulder with one hand and use his cane with the other, it still put weight on his leg.
Cameron was lying on her back, her hands cuffed behind her. She looked incredibly sexy like that. With the way her skirt was riding up her hips, he could just see her lace white panties underneath and a very visible wet spot that was growing larger.
He pulled off his button down and his Tshirt and then his jeans, freeing the obvious erection that had been bulging against his zipper.
"Close your eyes," he instructed. When she had done so, he quietly hobbled back into the kitchen and grabbed a few things. He returned to the bedroom and placed the things on the side table before kneeling down at the end of the bed. Reaching into a drawer, he grabbed an old tie and wrapped it around her head as a blindfold.
"House?"
"Do you trust me?" he whispered.
She nodded.
"Then relax. Make-up sex starts now."
"This wasn't exactly what I had in mind."
"You didn't specify.
He leaned over and softly placed kisses down her neck, over the spot she loved so much and then finally her mouth. His kisses were gentle but deep and intense at the same time. And not being able to touch him or see him just made it all that much more erotic. She never took Greg House for the kinky type, but she wasn't surprised either.
"Just relax..and enjoy. I promise I won't bite. Much."
He began to unbutton her blouse and pushed it off her shoulders before flicking the clasp at the front of her bra. "Good idea with this bra," he whispered in her ear.
"I know you like it," she whispered back, following the sound of his voice and nipping at his jawline.
"Shh..no talking," he said sternly as he pinched her nipple, causing her to squeal and arch her back in surprise. "Don't make me gag you."
"Is that a promise?" she giggled, sticking her tongue at him defiantly. Of course she couldn't see him trying to hold back his laughter.
"Oh, Dr. Cameron you have no idea what I'm capable of." With that, he reached behind her and unzipped her skirt at the back and pulled it down painfully slowly along with her panties. Then he reached for the first item, a toy called the Venus Butterfly, and carefully slid it up her legs and into position.
"What is that?"
"I said no talking. Every time you're a bad girl, you're going to get punished."
Just hearing him say that, and the tone of voice he used, told her he meant business. It made her incredibly wet. Then she felt his hand on her stomach, sliding lower and she arched her back again as his fingers tested to see how wet she was. He took the remote control of the Venus butterfly out of the top drawer, flicked it on and watched her spasm out of control.
"What theā¦Greg!"
Making good on his promises, he grabbed another old tie of his and wrapped it around her head and mouth as a gag. "I told you. Every time you're bad, you're going to get punished. Nod if you understand."
Cameron nodded eagerly and went limp against the pillows as he turned the remote off and on repeatedly. The vibrator in the butterfly was quite powerful and it was obviously getting her off. She was dripping wet and he had only just started playing with her.
"Like that?"
She nodded and spread her legs even wider as he yanked off the butterfly and began stroking her. Then he reached for a mini-massager wand and gently brushed it against her inner thigh.
"Had enough yet?"
She shook her head and groaned. House smiled to himself as he got down between her legs and teased her with the tip of his tongue. She became even more wet, if that was even possible, and he finished her off with his tongue, causing one orgasm after another until she was shaking her head.
"Wanna come, Ally?"
She nodded.
"Do you think you deserve it? I don't. You were a bad girl today. Not trusting me with Stacy, not believing me when I told you the truth, and then talking when I told you not to. You've been very bad."
She groaned again as two of his fingers entered her and began to thrust slowly. "You want to come so bad, don't you?"
She nodded vigorously but didn't say a word. "I'm going to take your gag off. But not a word. Understand?" She nodded again so he untied the gag and tossed it away. Then he kissed her. His tongue played and swirled around hers in time to what his fingers were doing until she let out a deep groan and came all over his hand with what was sure to be one of the more powerful orgasms she'd ever experienced. Yay for sensory deprivation!
As he stared at her, lying on his bed, still cuffed and blindfolded, he realized how much trust she had in him to let things get that far. They hadn't been together long at all, and she completely gave herself up to him, trusted him and loved him just as much as he loved her.
Without a word, he unlocked the cuffs, untied her makeshift blindfold and stretched out next to her on the bed.
"Have I told you lately how amazing you are?" He whispered.
"Mmm," was all she said as she threw her arm across his chest and cuddled up next to him while she came down from her latest orgasm high.
They both fell asleep for awhile, wrapped tightly in each other's arms. House woke up first but only because his leg was begging him for some kind of relief. He popped a couple of vicodin and massaged his thigh until the pain dulled to a mere throb and let out a long sigh.
He looked down at the sleeping woman draped across his body and smiled appreciatively. She was beautiful, and best of all, she was his. He ran his fingers through her brown hair, amazed at how soft and silky it was to the touch. Then he began softly touching her face, sliding his hand over her shoulder and down to the small of her back until she stirred.
"Mm..what time is it?" she murmured, her face still buried in his chest.
"Early. 1 a.m. Go back to sleep."
"Are you okay?"
"I will be. It's okay. Go back to sleep."
She regarded him with a look of concern which told him she wasn't doing any such thing. Figuring he might as well make the most of it, he lowered his head and kissed her. She kissed back with an excitement that told him she didn't care what time of night it was. Her tongue clashed against his and her hand came up to softly stroke his stubbled cheek before moving to stroke his hair.
House pushed her onto her back and began placing kisses down her neck, across her throat, between the valley of her breasts and down to her stomach. His warm hands gently played with her breasts and she buried her fingers deeper into his hair, playing with the longer curls at the top. The feeling of Cameron's nails gently scratching his scalp sent him into overdrive. Their kisses intensified and he moved on top of her, settling in between her legs.
"Mmm..I want you so much, Greg," she whispered in his ear, her warm breath tickling his skin, sending a slight shiver up his spine.
"You can have me," he whispered back as he slowly thrust into her. It was almost painfully slow, but painful never felt so good. Once he was all the way in, he pulled all the way out again, teasing her endlessly.
Cameron wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him inside once more, pulling him closer and kissing the hollow of his neck that drove him crazy.
He was making love to her in a way that let her know she was being made love to. There was nothing hurried or feverish about it. His movements were slow and he lavished so much affection on her that she felt tears come to her eyes. He rested his forehead against hers and they stared into each other's eyes as he stayed inside her for a few moments. Their lips touched slowly as he began to move inside her. Slowly at first, but that wasn't going to last. He was too excited to stop and she was begging for him to take her harder and faster with each stroke. He didn't quicken his pace so much as thrust deeper and harder, changing the angle so he hit every one of her special nerve endings, causing her to scream his name over and over as her walls clamped down on him. It only took a couple more deep thrusts before they came together, bathed in sweat and laughing.
"I'm not going to be able to walk tomorrow," Cameron giggled as House slowly rolled himself off of her and collapsed against the pillows.
"Welcome to my world," he groaned as he rubbed the feeling back into his leg. He'd gone pretty much pain free through their love making but it was due to those lovely things called endorphins.
"Want another Vicodin?"
"God no. I'd be comatose for days." He looked over at her and smiled. "Which wouldn't be so bad as long as you were there when I did wake up."
Cameron rolled her eyes. "That was cheesy, House. Even for you."
"Yeah yeah. It's your fault. You bring out the romantic in me that I so desperately try to hide."
"Why hide it?"
"I've got a rep to protect," he grinned before giving her a playful sneer. "And if word gets out that I'm anything but a misanthropic son of a bitch, I'm coming after you."
Cameron giggled as he pulled her closer. "Promises, promises."
A/N: Hope you enjoyed that :) Everyone likes a smutty filler chapter, don't they? If not, oh well. Their loss ;) Please R&R. Chapter 13 is completed and will be up very shortly. I love you guys!
