This is a long one, and pretty hot, if I do say so myself. :)

THE LECTURE

Cuddy stood in the back of the lecture hall, her eyes focused forward, but her mind wondering. She'd heard Dr. Kinkantry's lecture on homeopathic based cancer treatments several times now, but she had been warned that House might show up at this one, and she wanted to be there to stop him from making a scene.

House walked up behind her. He knew it was her instantly, the dark curls flowing down her back, the curve of her waist, there was no inch of her he hadn't memorized. He came up behind her, standing much closer than was necessary.

She felt him long before he spoke. She knew it was him without looking around. Even without the soft thud of the cane, she knew what he felt like when he got too close, that flutter in the pit of her stomach, the heartbeat that was just a little too fast to be safe. Her body reacted to his presence long before her mind was aware of him.

He leaned in, his lips brushing against her hair. "Hello there Dr. Cuddy," he said rather too loudly, making her jump.

"House!" She chastised him with her voice. Just the sound of his name passing her lips let him know he would be in trouble if he put one step wrong.

"I promise I will be on my best behavior," he whispered more quietly and more closely in her ear. She felt her heart flutter frantically in her chest. She reminded herself to breath.

"Good." She sighed heavily, partly in relief and partly in an attempt to restart her regular breathing pattern.

"I thought you liked bad boys." He stood a little bit behind her, his cane hand brushed against her ass carelessly. They both felt it, the electric charge that passed through them.

"Shhh." She wasn't really paying attention to the lecture, but House's staff was sitting nearby, and Wilson was sure to be around somewhere, and she didn't really want anyone to overhear them.

"Whatever you say mistress." House poked her bottom with his cane and smiled when she jumped in surprise and let out a small squeal.

The small lecture hall was full. She had been quite please to see that even on the last day of Kinkantry's visit he had managed to fill the seats. Now, however, she wished there was a seat available for her to escape to.

"Shhh," House mocked as those closest to them turned to see what had happened. Cuddy just turned and glared at him, there was little else she could do.

"My this is a riveting lecture." House leaned back against the wall, and looked down her back. She always wore such nice tight skirts that hugged her ass in quite the way he would like to. Perhaps, if he was a really good boy in this life time he could come back as one of her skirts, or better yet, as the thong she undoubtedly wore beneath those too tight for regular panties skirts.

He shifted his cane into his left hand, freeing his right hand to explore. It hovered, centimeters away from the smooth, tight flesh of her beautiful round cheeks. She could feel it there, and fought back the urge to lean into it. House didn't need the encouragement, and she was trying not to make the same mistakes over and over again.

Had the room been quieter, he would have heard her gulp. He thought he might have, but dismissed it as a trick of his ears. He wanted to feel her desire for him, he wanted to know that this was driving her crazy. He slid his fingers across the fine light wool pulled taut over her fine, smooth flesh. He felt her muscles tighten under his touch, then release and he smiled.

Her hand slipped quietly behind her and her long slender fingers wrapped around his wrist. He smiled. Did she really think she could just pull him away from her like that? He felt her pull and used his strength to resist her movements. It was only a matter of time before....

"House!" She turned her head half way and whisper yelled his name. He loved when she did that. It meant he was getting to her.

"Yes Dr. Cuddy?" He asked rather loudly, causing more heads to turn their way. He saw the anger flash in her eyes before she shot her head back toward the stage. She had let go of his wrist and his hand pressed firmly against her bottom.

Cuddy's mind raced. She thought about her shopping list, she had to remember to add toothpaste. She couldn't remember putting it on the list. Toothpaste, she kept saying in her head. It was a feeble distraction and she soon had to move on to other things.

She tried swiping at his hand again, as it seemed to become a bit too comfortable for her own good, but he thwarted each attempt easily. He was much stronger than she was. They both knew that.

Maybe she would have the left over fettuccini tonight. If she didn't eat it soon it would go bad. She felt something hard against her leg, sliding slowly along the curve of her calf. She knew at once what it was. She felt the cane slowly slide up under the back of her skirt, lifting it slightly. Her hands shot down and held her skirt in place.

House leaned in very close to her. She could feel random bits of his body pressing into her. His lips just brushed the tip of her ear as his warm breath poured into it. "If you don't move your hands, I'm going to make a scene." She knew he would, too. House was not a man to back down on his threats.

Cuddy thought for a moment, then slowly removed her hands from her skirt. Before the cane could continue its journey, she tried to walk away. She didn't really need to hear this lecture again. She could just go back to her office, or to the locker room for a cold shower.

House grabbed her arm and pulled her forcefully against him. Wilson, looked over at them, realized what was going on and quickly looked away.

"Where do you think you're going?" House hissed in her ear. She felt his words ripple through her whole body.

"I have work to do House." She thought, maybe, if she just kept it professional...

He just smiled. "Not a chance." He kept one hand on her wrist as his other hand slid the cane up her skirt. She looked around the room nervously, hoping no one noticed the rise of her hem. All eyes were on Dr. Kinkantry, who had reached the heart of his lecture and was pacing and waving his arms as he spoke.

House looked down over her shoulder, along her smooth, porcelain skin. She was wearing a loose, chiffon blouse that did not obscure his view from this angle. She could feel his eyes on her, burning into her skin. She felt herself quiver, and cursed her lack of control.

He drank her in with his eyes. He remembered every inch of her body, and could practically see through the heathen clothes that kept her from him. He brushed his nose against her hair, pushing it out of the way, and pressed his lips against her neck.

Her eyes grew wide and she had to fight to keep from moaning. She scanned the room nervously. No one seemed to be paying them any attention. The only person facing in their direction was the doctor on stage, and he was too lost in his own words to really notice what was going on at the other end of the room.

"No..." she breathed unconvincingly.

"Yes," House breathed into her ear as he began to nibble at it playfully.

He felt her body responding as he knew it would. Her head had tipped back, her shoulders, once tense, had dropped down and relaxed. She was leaning into him now. She was his. He felt a pair of eyes watching them and looked over at Chase. There was an approving smile on the young mans lips. He winked and pretended to turn back to the lecture. House knew he was still watching.

The cane pushed its way between her legs and pressed up against her knickers tightly. She did gasp this time, rather loudly. They both quickly straightened up as a dozen or so eyes jumped back at them. Cuddy apologized weakly and grabbed her stomach as if she'd had a cramp or something. House tried to look bored, tapping his foot and staring at the ceiling.

Everyone decided there was nothing to see, and turned their attention back to the good doctor who was now excitedly explaining how his discovery was going to change the face of medicine.

Cuddy realized House had let go of her arm under the scrutiny of their audience, and tried to get away again, but he, too, realized she was free, and quickly wrapped one arm around her waist. "Not a chance," he laughed in her ear.

"Please House..."

"Begging suits you," he whispered, pulling her in front of him so she could feel what was going on in his pants.

She felt him, not yet hard, but showing great promise, against her bottom. She felt herself pushing up against him and tried to stop it. Her head was screaming at her body, which refused to listen as his lips once again fell against her neck.

House's eyes met Chase's and he smiled. Being watched was more of a turn on than he'd thought, especially since she seemed completely unaware of it.

"I want you," he told her softly and felt her body agree. "Now." He set his terms. He slid his hand down her arm and laced his fingers through hers, then nearly dragged her out into the hallway. She tried to stop him, but refusing to make a scene, she had little choice but to give in and follow. Once out in the hall, she would be able to get away without a hundred faces watching.

House heard the door shut behind them, and before she could run, or speak, he pushed her up against the wall and held his hand over her mouth. "Shhhh," he said, his face much too close to hers. "I'm going to have you, my dear, and you're going to let me."

He felt her struggle and pressed her against the wall with his body. He felt her trying to speak, or at least that's what he thought she was trying to do until he felt her teeth sink into his ring finger sharply. He pulled his hand away and let out a painful protest.

"Are you out of your mind?" She whispered angrily, looking up and down the hall. She tried to push him away, but he was still holding one of her arms behind her, and she was at a distinct disadvantage.

"Depends who you ask." He widened his stance, cutting off her escape from either side. He had her trapped, right where he wanted her, between a wall and his hard place.

"The lecture is going to be over any minute..."

"Then we'd better hurry." He held her face steady with one hand and pressed his lips hard against hers. He felt her trying to pull away, trying to turn her face away from his for a moment before sinking into the kiss with undeniable, passionate desire.

"We can't." She finally said when he let her up for air.

"You're right." He pulled back a little, giving her space to breath, but not enough to get away from him. He looked around, then a smile spread across his face. "In here." He grabbed her and shoved her against a door, opening it as he searched her mouth with his tongue; they both stumbled into the room, tearing clothes off of one another.

"We shouldn't..."

"Since when do I care about that?" House moved so quickly down her buttons she thought he'd torn them off. He pulled the shirt down her arms and held them behind her back, causing her to press up against him.

"I care," she protested.

"Since when do I care about what you care about?" He began to suck hard on her neck. He wanted to leave his mark, leave her a reminder, mark his territory. She was his, and he didn't want her to go thinking any different.

"House, no," she gasped, tilting her head back despite the protest.

"You're confused Cuddy, you mean yes, House, take me now."

"I most certainly do not!" His arrogance had snapped her out of the lustful haze she had falling into. She squirmed in his arms, trying to break free of his grasp. "Let me go or I'll scream for help."

House just laughed which only infuriated her more. He loosened his hold on her, and shoved her back onto the bed. Before she could get up, he had her pinned down beneath him. "I warned you about making threats you don't intend to keep." He smiled down at her. She looked remarkably beautiful flat on her back. "What am I going to do with you?" He shook his head and began to kiss her chest.

"You're going to let me go or I'll..."

He didn't even give her time to think of a good threat. "Or you'll what Cuddy? Everyone in this hospital knows you want me. You're the only one who seems to think otherwise."

"I do NOT want you House!" She struggled to break free as he pulled her arms up over her head, his large hand easily held both of her small wrists. She watched as he used his other hand to expertly remove his belt. "You wouldn't!" There were a number of things he could be thinking, and none of them boded well for her.

"Unlike you, boss, I follow through on my threats." House pulled the belt out of it's loops and started wrapping it around her wrists. "And since you can't be trusted to behave yourself, I had to handle it myself."

"I'll scream," she threatened whole heartedly.

"No you won't." He didn't seem the least bit concerned as he began pulling her skirt off.

Cuddy took a deep breath. She opened her mouth, then she closed it, her eyes burning into the top of his head. She hated when he was right. No. She wouldn't let him be right this time. She had the power to stop him and she was going to. She opened her mouth again, she felt the scream rising from way down in her toes, traveling up her legs, gaining strength in her belly, then dying a silent death in her throat.

House stopped what he was doing, tossed the skirt to the floor and smiled down at her. "I told you you wouldn't scream."

She opened her mouth again, and this time she nearly did scream, but he shoved his tongue down her throat, thwarting any chance she had. His lips locked over hers. No matter which way she turned, trying to break free, he followed, pressing harder, penetrating deeper into her mouth.

She closed her eyes. For a moment she thought she might cry, but as his strong body pressed down on her she felt herself surrendering. She loved sex. Sex was great, and few men were as skilled at it as House, few men she'd ever been with at least. He knew how to please a woman; he knew how to please her. He'd had plenty of practice in college.

Her mind wondered back as his hands wondered across her body. She felt him unhooking her bra and sliding it up over her head. She felt the cool air-conditioned air float against her freshly exposed nipples, and she felt him watching as the cool air made her shiver. She kept her eyes closed. In her mind it was 1985. What a good year that had been.

House slid his hands down her long torso. He felt her responding exactly the way he liked her to. Her body slid into his touch eagerly. He slipped his fingers unto the thin straps of her thong and he watched as her bottom lifted just enough for him to pull them off her. He was right, she wanted him.

She pulled at her restraints, the belt tied tightly around her wrists he had then fastened to one of the spokes in the metal framed hospital bed. She felt the belt tighten against her as she pulled.

"I don't think you're ready for that," House said. She was looking at him now, and he could see there was still just a glimmer of the responsible hospital administrator in them. The Cuddy who frowned on sex in the work place, who felt that, as his boss they should not try to rekindle their old flame. That was the Cuddy he was trying to break. He wanted the wild child, the girl who had jumped him twenty three years ago, who couldn't get enough of him. He knew she was still in there, he just had to find the key to let her out.

"House!" She protested pointlessly. She knew he wouldn't let her go until she was ready to give in to him.

He stepped off the bed and looked down at her long, lean and now naked body. She was stunning. He watched hungrily as she tried one last time to pull herself free from bondage. "This is going to go in your permanent record!" She yelled without thinking. A flash of real anger flickered across her eyes as he laughed at her, but it fled as she realized how ridiculous that had sounded.

"Oh, I hope it does." He ran one hand down the length of her body and watched her squirm at his touch. "If you'd like we can take pictures. Photographic evidence is..."

"House!" She kicked one leg out toward him ineffectually.

"Feisty." House grinned and moved to the foot of the bed.

He grasped both her ankles in his strong hands and looked up the length of her body. She was looking back down at him, excited fear in her eyes. He could see her trying to figure out what he was about to do to her.

With easy strength he pulled her legs apart so that her feet hung off each side of the bed. As he climbed onto the bed with great care, he slid his hands slowly up the insides of her legs. He heard her calling his name and telling him to stop, but he could tell she didn't really mean it. If Lisa Cuddy wanted him to stop, she would have made sure he stopped. She was a lot stronger than she was pretending to be right now.

He stalked her, like a cat, enjoying each inch of his journey. He licked his way up her inner thigh and she gasped and sighed as though she'd never been touched before and damn was it hot. He felt himself rising to the occasion already.

She had stopped struggling by the time he reached her crotch. By the time his lips pressed against her soft tuft of hair, she was putty in his hands. He knew, at that point, he could do anything he wanted to her.

Cuddy felt all her strength wash away. Her arms settled for the first time since they'd been tied over her head. She felt the tension sweep away from her like the tide going out to sea. She forgot they were in a hospital, HER hospital, she forgot that someone could walk in at any moment, that a member of her staff, someone who looked up to her as a leader, as a boss, could walk in and see her like this, tied and naked and at the mercy of the one man everyone already thought controlled her. They had no idea.

She was lost in the moment. She felt his hands sliding up her legs, felt the trail of warm desire they left behind them. Every inch of her flesh that he touched sighed with the memory of that touch. Any part of her left untouched died with envy. She felt his tongue burn a hot streak along her inner thigh. It felt like molten lava trailing along her skin. It burned her with desire too hot for her to handle.

She had to have him. She had to feel him inside of her, on top of her. She wanted him to dive into her with all the force of his masculinity. Despite her recent efforts, it had been a while since a man had satisfied her. She needed to be satisfied.

She cried out loudly as House's tongue slid between her plump, moist lips. She could almost feel him smiling between her legs. She knew she was giving him the reaction he wanted, and she hated that she was, but it was too late. She had played with fire and was about to get burned, and she welcomed it.

Her body twisted as his tongue plunged deep inside her. It moved around like a serpent, flicking and lunging in the dark moist cave, searching for the one spot that would send her world into orbit. She wanted him to find that spot, she moved around, helping him along. She no longer felt her arms, the prickles of unnatural sleep were no match for what was going on inside her.

House slid his hands underneath her, closing them in on each of her soft round cheeks. His long fingers covered her whole ass and squeezed it tightly, thrusting her forward. She didn't protest, she didn't yell his name in exasperation, she simply followed his unspoken instructions, thrusting her hips up toward his face, allowing him deeper access into her.

She started to pant heavily, her body began to move in quick, almost violent jerks. House pulled out a bit and flicked his tongue playfully over her clit and she nearly exploded. He felt her ass clench and unclench in his hands, felt her body twitch and stutter with anticipation, felt her open up to him even more than he thought possible.

Suddenly her legs wrapped around his head, just when he had been about to pull out of her, leave her desperate for more, her legs trapped him. House grinned. He wasn't about to let her take over that easily.

His hands slid down her legs swiftly, before she could anticipate his next move. With all the strength of a crew rower he pulled her legs apart again and lifted himself into a sitting position.

"You bastard!" She yelled, lifting her head to look at him.

He grinned and, releasing her legs in one sudden movement he shimmied up her body and covered her mouth once more with his hand. "If that's how you feel about me, maybe I should just go." His eyes sparkled. There was no way she was going to let him go now. He carefully removed his hand from her mouth.

"You ba..." she realized that he would indeed leave if she said it again. He'd probably get off on it.

"What? I didn't catch that?" He held his hand to his ear and watched her pull at her restraints. He smiled at her helplessness. She was putty in his hands. "Hmmm. I was going to do something. What the hell was it again?" He looked around the room, waiting for it. He wanted to hear her say it. Those words, from that mouth...he needed to hear her say it.

"If you don't fuck me right now, I will fire you. And this is a threat I WILL follow through on." Passion blazed in her eyes.

"If you insist." She had said it. As much as he was struggling to keep his cool on the outside, his heart was leaping around in his chest like a wild tiger, his dick was throbbing with the desire to fulfill her order, his body was setting up the fireworks he was going to set off at any moment.

House took his massive shaft in his hand, rubbing up and down a bit, just to get warmed up, then he sunk it deep inside her, leaning over her as he let its full length vanish between her legs. They both sighed with pleasure at the initial thrust.

She wanted to pull him into her arms, but found she couldn't. The damned belt had tightened around her wrists and it hurt to try and move it. House's arms were braced on either side of her head. He was too involved in what he was doing to set her free.

Cuddy leaned her head back into the mattress; her eyes closed tightly, her mouth open in a series of long sighs. House knew her body well, his memory of it surprised her. He had timed everything just right, getting her worked up just enough that now they were about to climax together. She could feel his penis swelling inside of her, pushing against her inner walls, ready to set off it's deadly shot.

She pulled her hips up toward him, her legs wrapping around his waist, tilting her pelvis to exactly where it needed to be. He thrust harder and harder, what had been long, teasing strokes were now shot bursts of uncontrollable desire.

He lowered himself down onto his elbows, his face now right above hers. He kissed her passionately, deeply, explosively. The bed shook with their joint ecstasy as House humped his body up and down frantically and Cuddy swiveled around beneath him. The metal headboard clanged against the wall with each powerful thrust.

Cuddy heard the sound of nearly a hundred people pouring out of the lecture hall and down the hall past them. House must have heard it too, because he froze in mid thrust, his penis half inside her. It was a strangely pleasing feeling, his shaft pulsing inside her, not moving, but burning with the effort of not moving.

"Damn!" He looked down at her, then at the door. He hadn't locked it. The idea of his ducklings pouring into the room flitted through his head. He smiled at the thought of those two virile young men seeing their old, decrepit boss pounding away at the hottest Chief of Medicine ever.

"Just get on with it, carefully." Cuddy ordered. She wasn't going to let him stop now. They were much too close.

House realized that thrusting was not going to work. The bed was too unstable, its wheels unable to remain in place under the kind of strain they were producing. But there were options. He pushed himself slowly into her, then began to slowly sway back and forth, pulling in and out only a little, slowly, painfully slowly.

Cuddy buried her head in his neck to stifle the scream that wanted to escape her lips. Once the urge to scream had passed, and she felt it was safe, she began to nibble frantically at his skin, his sweet, succulent flesh.

House's dick seemed to dance around inside her, waltzing against the deepest part of her. She gasped again and again as he rubbed a place that very seldom felt the pressure of a hard, throbbing penis against it. That was one of the perks of a tall man. They were usually very lengthily endowed.

Both their bodies twitched with pleasure as House released himself inside her. He pulled out and collapsed on the bed beside her, nearly falling off. Cuddy panted wildly, her groin throbbing with recent activity.

She tried to get up and felt a tug on her arms. She cleared her throat. "Hmm. Do you mind?"

"Actually, yes, I do." He kissed her breast gently.

"House, the lecture is over."

"So?" He took that breast in his hand and squeezed it, while circling her other nipple with his tongue.

"So? Someone could walk in at any minute." It was her biggest fear right now.

"That's hot." House ran his hands up her arms, his face stopping above hers, his mouth falling slowly over hers. He untied her as he kissed her.

Her arms ached from the long stretch over her head. They dropped on him like lead weights. She gave up any pretense of not wanting to be there in his arms, under him. She couldn't think of anywhere she'd rather be.

"You know I own your ass now." House got up and leaned over her, reaching for his pants.

"The hell you do!" She said furiously, getting up.

House grabbed her and pulled her back down on her back. "Oh really?" He kissed her then let her go. She lay there for a moment, looking up at him helplessly. A smile stretched wide across his face. "Any time I want, any where I want." He pulled his pants up over his legs.

"In your dreams." She had started to get up again, but he once again climbed on top of her, holding her down.

"In yours." He sucked on her neck, knowing that drove her mad. His eyes caught sight of the small bruise that had begun to form nearby. His mark.

She pushed him hard, finally getting him off her. "Up yours House!" She scrambled to her feet before he could catch her.

"Oh, that's mature." He saw her bra on the pillow and grabbed it quickly, before she could get it.

"Look who's talking." She reached to take the bra from him and he grabbed her arm, pulling her into his arms, between his now pant clad legs. He held her naked body against him. She felt good in his arms.

"Get me my shirt," he ordered, releasing her and slapping her ass as he waited for her to move. She just glared at him. "If you want your bra back, you'll get me my shirt." He watched as she bent down and picked up his shirt. She held it out, then pulled it back against her.

"Give me my bra." She held out an empty hand.

"Give me my shirt." He held out an empty hand of his own, and snatched the shirt away from her.

"House!" She whined, leaning her head back. "Just let me get dressed."

"Oh, you need my permission." He grinned. "Why is that again?"

"Because you stole my bra."

"Eeeent." He made a loud buzzer sound. "Wrong answer, try again." He had found her thong laying on the floor and picked it up with his cane. She grabbed at it, but he pulled it up into the air over his head, and the thong slid down onto his arm.

"You bastard." She picked up the rest of her clothes quickly.

"One more wrong answer and you'll be in big trouble." House's mind started racing with ideas.

Cuddy sighed and bit the bullet. "Because you own my ass," she said with exasperation. He was never going to let her live this down.

"Bingo!" He motioned her over with a wave of his hand.

"Just give them to me." She held out her hand, waiting impatiently.

He shook his head. "I said come over here."

She groaned and walked over to him. House tapped her leg with his cane. She lifted it obediently and he slid the thong around her leg. They followed suit with the other leg and he slid the panties carefully, slowly over her smooth hips. His eyes gazed into hers, his hands moving on their own. He gave her a playful slap when the knickers were in place. "Arm!" He ordered.

She wordlessly allowed him to finish dressing her, handing over the clothes she had been protecting. There was something pleasingly erotic about his hands sliding over her skin, covering her with the clothing they had so greedily torn off earlier.

He turned her around and zipped up her skirt, then brushed aside her hair and kissed the back of her neck. His arms circled her waist and held her tightly. "I'm so happy you're my boss." House let her go.

"Good, then get back to work." She walked out the door, concentrating hard on each step. She couldn't remember the last time walking had been this difficult. Her legs just didn't seem to want to work properly. They wanted to spread wide and welcome him back into their tight embrace. NO! She told herself. Walk away, slowly, confidently, don't look back. She looked at her feet. One, two, one two, she grabbed the doorknob quickly as her legs began to wobble. She hoped she could make it to her office.

House lay back on the bed, his arms folded behind his head. He watched her ass swish beneath the tight black skirt. It was his ass now, available to him any time he wanted. He clung to that thought as she opened the door and left him alone in the quiet room. Soon after, he drifted off to sleep. He could still feel her beneath him, still taste her on his lips, still smell her gentile perfume mixed with passionate sweat, still see her naked body burned into his corneas.

He slept, his dreams sweet with memories of recent events.

Cuddy locked her office door and sat down at her desk. Work would take her mind off things. Work, she just had to dive into her work. But every time she blinked she saw him, every rush of wind was his voice whispering in her ear. He had infected her. He was inside her and she knew there was no way she would ever be the same.

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