THE BOARD MEETING

"Thank you all for coming." Cuddy hurried into the board room and surveyed the faces looking back. She hated these annual finance meetings, but they were a necessary evil. A few of the male doctors stood up, waiting for her to take her seat. She waved them down with her hand. "As you know, this has been a rough year for the hospital." She saw no point in wasting time with niceties. Get down to business, then get them back out there saving patients.

She felt something shake against her thigh. It took a moment before she remembered she'd put her phone on vibrate. "Excuse me one moment." She held out a hand to her audience as she answered the phone. "Cuddy."

"I need you to come to my office. It's an emergency." House's voice sounded frantic. She knew he was working on a very difficult case, one of their biggest donors kids had suddenly and inexplicably fallen ill, and House was the only doctor she trusted to handle it.

She thought for a moment. There was a chance he was just screwing with her. It was something he would do. Then again, this kid was really close to death, and if something had happened, she wanted to know about it ASAP. "I'll be right there."

She made a quick excuse to the board and rushed out of the room. House's office was a short journey when a child's life was at stake. She wasted no time getting there. House was sitting in his chair, arms folded behind his head, his feet on the desk. She took one look at him and she knew. "You bastard!"

"That was fast." He looked at his watch and slowly got up. She was gone before he made it to his feet. He just smiled as he watched the door slowly swing shut behind her.

Cuddy returned to the meet, made her apologies and said they wouldn't be interrupted again. She flipped off her phone and told her assistant only to get her in case of an emergency. She was going to get through this meeting, then she was going to give House a piece of her mind.

Just as she began discussing ways to cut back clinic expenses, there was a frantic knock on the door. She sighed. It was House. It had to be. She turned to look and there was House, banging on the glass with his cane. She walked over and shut the shade on him.

"Aren't you going to see what he wants?" One of the doctors asked.

"I know what he wants," she glanced back at the closed shade, the pounding of wood on glass still rang out. "And he's not going to get it." She started talking again, raising her voice to drown him out.

"Dr. Cuddy," a busty female doctor raised her hand, a strange smirk on her face. "I can't hear you over the banging."

Cuddy bit her lip. Dr. Flixy was right. "Excuse me, please." Cuddy walked to the door, paused, with her hand on the knob, then with a deep breath, opened it slowly. The door was barely open when House grabbed her arm and pulled her through it.

"Three patients died while you were ignoring me," he dragged her into her office, which was right next to the boardroom.

"You don't even have three patients House." She tried to pull free, but he seemed to have other ideas.

"I didn't say three of MY patients. Just three patients." House pushed her up against the door that separated her office from the room full of doctors. "How thick is this wall?" He started to pull off her lab coat.

"Not now House. I'm in the middle of a board meeting." She struggled to keep the coat on.

"Any time, any where my dear." He won that battle, yanking the coat hard to the floor.

"Please House. Not now." She tried to push away from him, but her only option was to press harder against the decorative brick wall he was already pressing her against.

"Oh yes, Cuddy, now." He started unbuttoning her blouse.

"After the meeting." She tried to bargain with him. She knew there was no way she was going to get out of this, but perhaps she could put it off, until it was a better time for her.

"I can't wait." To prove that, he pushed his manhood against her thigh. "I'm ready now."

"I've got to get back to the meeting. They're waiting for me." She twisted, trying to loosen the grasp he had of her now bare arms.

"Let them wait." House kissed her neck gently. The mark he had left a few days ago was fading. He'd have to replace it with a new one soon. "Half of them are afraid of you. They just don't know how to turn you on." He ran his bottom lip along the goose pimpled flesh of her neck.

"And you think you do?" She challenged.

"I know I do." He slid his knee between her legs. It forced her skirt up. He pulled both her hands up over her head and grabbed both wrists in one hand, then used the other hand to pull her skirt up around her waist.

"House," she breathed, wanting to protest, but unable to form the words.

"Shhhh." He pressed his finger to her lips for a moment, then slid it into her mouth. He felt her instantly begin to suck on it hungrily. "I'll make this quick, then you can go back to your meeting."

He pulled his finger out of her mouth and slid it, still wet, along her cheek, down her neck and over one of her swelling breasts. She gasped as he brushed the soft lace that covered her nipple. House turned her around in one smooth motion. His hand slid under the lace, cupping her soft breast from behind.

He pressed her hands against the wall. "I can trust you, can't I?" He purred into her ear.

She shivered with excitement as she nodded her complicity.

"Say it," he said, licking his tongue around the edge of her ear.

"Yes, you can trust me."

"You won't try to get away?"

"I won't try to get away."

He let go of her arms and she slid them down the wall. She could barely breath she was so turned on as she felt his hands slid off her panties. "What are you going to do?" She asked breathlessly.

"You'll see." He took one step back and looked at her. She was standing before the wall like a convict about to be frisked. Her legs were slightly apart, her hands supporting her on the wall. She was wearing a bra, and a skirt which was bunched around her waist, stockings and high heels. She looked magnificent.

"I have to get back House." She moved to pull her skirt down and he grabbed her hands.

"I said no." He pushed her up against the wall, his body holding her there tightly. She could feel the rough brick against her belly, her chest, her bush. She tried to breath deeply, but she couldn't seem to find her air.

She opened her mouth to speak, then closed it again. She felt him fumbling behind her, and without looking back, she knew what he was doing. Her guess was confirmed when she felt his hot, naked shaft glide against her lips, teasing in her curls and sending a chill through her body.

"I'm going to tease you, and leave you wanting more," he said softly. "And when your little meeting is over, you will run back to me and beg me to finish you off."

He slid himself in and out between her legs, careful not to penetrate into her. She clutched at the wall as a familiar tingling sensation rushed through her body. He felt her legs part a little. "No no, that won't do." She smiled and pulled her legs together, causing her to close in on him, creating enough friction to get him off.

House felt himself cumming. With each forward push he felt her soft ass pressed up against him, he felt the tight hole he'd made with her legs growing wet as he brushed against her clitoris forcefully.

"Oh my god!" She breathed, careful not to scream.

There was a knock at the door. The doctors in the boardroom were getting restless.

"She'll be right out," House called out.

Cuddy almost cried when she felt him cum. His sticky juice ran down her leg. She banged a fist against the wall, hurting her hand. "Ouch!" She held her fist with her other hand.

"That hurt, didn't it?" House smiled at her. He was on his knees, wiping away his poor fallen soldiers.

"Yes," she frowned in that cute pouty way of hers. He thought she looked unbelievably sexy when she did that.

He finished cleaning her off, then stood up and tossed the Wet Nap into the trash like a basketball pro. He gave her ass a nice, satisfying whack, which rang out through the room. He felt her squirm on contact. "Now, get back in there and do your job." He stuffed her black lace thong into his pocket. "I think I'll hold on to these for you. You'll be wanted to take them off again later anyway." He sauntered toward the door.

"Get back here!" She pulled down her skirt and bent over to pick up her shirt. She was putting it back on as she chased him to the door. She grabbed his arm. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I got what I wanted. I'm going to go back to my office and take a nap."

"You bastard!" She hadn't gotten what she wanted. Not even close. She felt the dissatisfied desire pulsing through her body. She could hardly think clearly.

"Stop by when you're done with your meeting." He easily pulled out of her grasp and left the office.

"Dr. Cuddy? Is everything all right?" A voice from the boardroom called in as the door handle giggled wildly.

"I'm coming." Cuddy frowned at the door House had just walked through then at the door she needed to go through.

She paused for a moment at the door, trying to pull herself together. "I'm sorry for the interruption. Dr. House is working on a very important case and needed me to approve a few tests." She could feel the blush in her cheeks, the glistening sweat that still clung to her body. She felt the ghost of his dick rubbing against her, teasing her even after he'd gone. She gulped. "Let's get back to business, shall we?"

She couldn't sit down fast enough. She felt lightheaded from the promise of House inside of her. She didn't want anyone to see her legs, shaking under the weight of her desire. "I need you to start brainstorming ideas. If we don't decrease our expenses, there's a chance we will have to shut down the clinic."

"oooh, push it, dadadada, ooh, push it, dadadada. Ooh baby baby, bababy baby. Oohh..." Wilson swore and searched for his phone. He was never loaning House is phone again. "Sorry." He grinned boyishly and flipped open the phone. "I'm in a meeting," he whispered into a cupped hand.

Cuddy felt a feeling of dread wash over her when Wilson suddenly looked her way and smiled nervously. "It's, uh, for you." He held the phone out to her, sitting on his left.

Cuddy rolled her eyes, bit her lip and answered it. "What the hell do you want now?"

"I was just sitting here, fondling your panties, and I wondered if I should give them back or sell them on eBay."

"Damn you House!" She realized she was using her outdoor voice and turned her back to the table. "I am still in the meeting House, the meeting YOU interrupted and..."

"Don't raise your voice to me Cuddy, or I won't give you what you want."

"Keep them House. Just..."

"I wasn't talking about your panties Cuddy."

"..." she hung up and shoved the phone at Wilson. "Turn it off!"

"Sorry." Wilson quickly turned the phone off and shoved it in his pocket.

She tried to stay focused on the meeting, rushing through it at lightening speed. Dr. Flixy, who was taking minutes, wrote furiously in her notebook. "So, please develop a financial plan for your departments and have them on my desk by next Tuesday."

She stood up, thanked them all for their time, and hurried into her office. She shut and locked the door and fell into her chair. There were five new emails in her inbox. Maybe that would take her mind off things.

She popped open her email and saw they were all from House. "Oh god!" She groaned as her eyes scanned the first one. She couldn't help herself.

"Dr. Cuddy,

"I rather enjoyed our private meeting, however, as you are well aware, we still have some unfinished business to attend to. When you have a chance, please come to my office and we can finish what we started.

"House."

"Cuddy,

"Any time, any where. The time is now, the place is my office.

"House."

She struggled not to open the next one. She got up and walked toward her door. Then she remembered who it was that was sending them. It would be like House to put something important in a series of harassing emails. She sat back down and read the last three.

The next one was a vacation request. She refused it. The fourth was one of those horrible chain emails. She deleted it. She opened the last one. It was a photograph and was taking forever to download. As each line of code was translated into the image he had sent her, she felt a bit more dread creeping into her heart.

It was, as she expected, a picture of her, naked and tied to a hospital bed. "That bastard!" She deleted it, then emptied her trash, then made sure it didn't get saved in her file folders, then locked her computer and stormed out of her office.

She nearly knocked Dr. Flixy down as she flew past.

House was in the diagnostics room, at his whiteboard, shooting questions at his staff.

"House, your office, now!" She didn't even look at Foreman, Chase and Cameron, who stared at her in terrified awe.

"Duty calls." House smiled at his ducklings, they had no idea why, then hurried through the door that led to his office. "Something wrong Dr. Cuddy?" He brushed past her and sat on the edge of his desk.

Cuddy grabbed him by the collar and threw him down on the desk. His therapy ball went rolling off the edge, his stapler clicked shut under his back, paperclips fell across the floor haphazardly.

"Dr. Cuddy!!?" He protested as she tore down his pants zipper.

"Shut up House!" She yanked his pants down to his ankles.

"This is sexual harassment." House protested, helping her remove his shirt.

"I said shut up!" She glared down at him with passionate fury. "If you ever do something like that to me again..."

"What'll you do?" He had a smug, satisfied smile on his face.

"I will make you wish you were never born." She pulled open his shirt, baring his chest and shoulders.

"Most days I already do." House said bluntly.

"I'll make you do clinic duty every day." She shoved her hand into his boxers and grasped him rather harshly. "I'll give you all the really horrible patients, the old men with prostate issues, the children with overbearing mothers." She was massaging his shaft as she spoke, working it into a hard-on. "Then I'll make you give lectures to the student at the university. You're the only doctor who doesn't give lectures."

"Because you don't want me damaging their precious little minds."

She leaned in very close to his face. He thought she was about to kiss him. She pursed her lips and the brushed across his, but a deep, throaty "Shhhh" issued forth from them and then she pulled away.

"Okay, Cuddy, you've had your fun." House ran one arm across the desk, pushing everything off of it, then grabbed her and turned her over so her stomach pressed into the hard wood surface. "Now it's my turn."

"You had your turn House!" She struggled under his weight and cursed as he once again managed to pin her arms down over her head. She had to stop letting him do that. "Let me go!" She squirmed beneath him, but that only managed to turn him on more.

"When are you going to learn Cuddy?" He slid her skirt up over her hips. "This..." he slapped her bare ass hard. "Is mine now. I can have it any time I want."

"You sick bastard." She quivered as he ran a finger along the curve of her ass. She hated herself for yearning for his hand to once again come down hard against her.

"It doesn't matter what you call me Cuddy, I'm still going to take what I want from you." He positioned himself behind her. His dick stuck out of his boxers like a battering ram. And he intended on using it to its full potential. "Why did you come here Cuddy?" He leaned over her and brushed the hair out of her face.

"I..."

"Because I told you to." He ran his fingers across her cheek gently. "I told you to, and you came running."

"It's not like that," she protested.

"Don't lie to me Cuddy." He shifted to the side and brought his free hand down hard across her ass. He felt her whole body respond. "Now, why did you come to me?"

"You owe me." She said defiantly.

"I owe you?"

"You said you'd make me cum."

"Did I?" House mused, rubbing his dick across her ass. "And you believed me?" He smiled.

"You..." she began fighting against him. She was not going to let him torment her like this. She was Lisa Cuddy, she had risen to the top of her field, she commanded a prestigious university hospital, she commanded a staff of hundreds, she was not going to lay here and let him use her any way he pleased.

"Well, I was going to pleasure you Cuddy, in ways you couldn't even imagine," he ran his finger down her leg and around to the other side. It teased across the puff of hair, then pulled away, leaving her lips pulsating for its return. "But I think you need to learn your place in this relationship."

"What relationship House?" She laughed. If this was what he considered a relationship, it's no wonder he'd only ever had one meaningful one. Somehow she couldn't imagine Stacy Warner letting him torture her like this. Stacy seemed more like she'd be the one brushing his backside with something long and hard.

She struggled some more, but with little success.

House began to suck her neck when a thought struck him. He smiled and took each of her hands in his. He slowly lowered them and placed them behind her back. She winced a bit as he twisted one of her arms awkwardly. He quickly corrected his grip, then clasped her hands behind her back.

Her breasts, still encased in a bra and shirt, pushed hard against the desk as his pressure caused her back to arch. He leaned over her and pressed his lips firmly on her ass.

"What the hell..." she felt his free hand fall against the other cheek as he began to suck on her soft, subtle flesh.

"Tell me you're not..." he slapped her again and she instinctively shut up.

She thought she could feel the blood rising to the surface of her skin as he sucked harder on her ass. Then he let go, stepped back and looked at his handy work. There wasn't much there, but there would be. He slapped her hard across both cheeks. "Now, since you've been soooo cooperative, I'll give you what you came here for."

He parted her legs with his hand, slipping his fingers deep inside her quickly, unexpectedly. She gasped.

"Shhh." He leaned over her and whispered in her ear. "You don't want the kids to hear do you?" He nodded toward the door. The Ducklings must be waiting for him on the other side.

"No," Cuddy gasped. She'd forgotten all about them.

"Good." House pulled his fingers out of her and guided his shaft into their place. She gasped as he thrust into her sharply. "I'm not going to warn you again, be quiet." As much as the idea of the Ducklings walking in on them appealed to him, he'd be damned if he was going to let it happen before they were satisfied.

Cuddy bit her lip as she felt him slip in and out of her. She grabbed onto the edge of the desk as each thrust pushed her forward and backward along its surface. She wasn't sure exactly when he'd let go of her arms, but she was glad he had as her knuckles whitened as she closed them tight around the hard wood.

She felt House kick her legs a little further apart and cooperated as much as her body would allow. She was practically on her toes, her ass thrust into the air, her legs spread wide. She felt House's hands on her hips. He was pushing and pulling her back and forth to counter his own thrusting.

She was gasping wildly, frantically. Blood rushed into her head, her ass burned from those few hard slaps, her cheeks flushed, her flesh became moist with perspiration.

"More," she called silently, barely mouthing the words.

House held her up and against him for a moment as he shot his seed deep inside her. She clung tightly to the desk as she felt the eruption inside of her. She now knew what it meant to have mind blowing sex.

House pulled out of her slowly. His legs shook under his weight. He leaned against the desk, catching his breath. She was still laid out where he left her, flat on her stomach, bent over the desk. He smiled and with the little strength left in his body, he smiled and slapped her ass. The sound echoed through the room. "Now, go away and let me do my job." He slapped her one more time, since she was still there, waiting for it. "You do want me to do my job don't you?"

"Yes House." She had pulled herself off the desk and pulled her skirt down. "I believe you have something that belongs to me?" She held out her hand expecting him to drop her panties into it.

"Everything of yours is mine." He grabbed her ass and pulled her into his arms. "I don't want you to ever forget that, so I'm going to hang on to these, as a remind her." He patted his pocket with care. "And clean up my desk would you? It's a mess." He limped off toward the door. He could feel her glaring at him. He could feel how badly she wanted to throw something at him. The thought made him smile as he opened the door on his young staff. "Okay kids, where were we?"

Cuddy could hear him being bombarded with questions, mostly by Cameron who ignored the medical terms the rest of them were throwing around. She listened at the door, fearful of what he might say. It eased her mind to hear him lie. No matter what he did to her in private, she knew she could trust him to keep it a secret.

She looked at the pile of random office supplies scattered on the door around his desk. For just a moment the thought of cleaning up the mess flashed through her mind. It was only a moment, and it was only her perfectionist reaction to seeing a mess. She willed herself to leave the mess for him to clean. There was only so far she was willing to take their new arrangement. Besides, if she did what he'd asked, he wouldn't have a reason to teach her a lesson later. She smiled and walked out of his office with a spring in her step, excited to see what he would do when he realized she hadn't done as she was told.