Ok, for this chapter I went a little outside the box…it's long…and personally not my favorite…but House gets tied up. I mean, come ON! Lol

I was going more for the effect of how House would react if he were tied up; I think I captured it - ? -

CHAPTER THREE – Part 2

"Caaaam-ren…ooooh, Caaam-ren…"

House is whispering into Cameron's ear to wake her up. They're still lying on the couch, he against the back with her in his arms. There is no light coming in from the window; the only light is from the lamp on the side table and static from the movie that they had forgotten to turn off before they dozed off. He looks at his watch and it's 9:30. He is tired, extremely exhausted, and his leg shrieks with anger because he's been lying on his right leg.

"Allllllisoooon…"

"Brad…nooo, not now, I'm tired," she mumbles, awake enough to hear his whispers and reply.

"Hey, either you get up or I pee on you."

"Ooohh…ok, ok."

She leans up on her elbow, scoots her hips forward and he screams at her. "Damn! I'm still in you! You'll tear it off!"

Cameron can't control her laughter and says, "Then slide out…oh, my you're hard," she giggles.

"Shut UP!" he screams back, but then he laughs.

"Ok."

She feels him slide out of her and she resents him for a brief moment. She slips to the other side of the couch, puts her negligee back on then buries her face in her hands.

"I feel like I've been through the wash and spit out."

"Where's my cane?" he grumbles.

She looks around the room and sees it on her side of the couch. She leans over, grabs it then hands it to him. He slips his pants over his feet to his knees, then to his thighs, pulling them on. He grounds the cane and stands up and groans, sitting back down in extreme pain. Without House asking, Cameron goes to his pants pocket and pulls out the bottle, handing him both the bottle and his pants.

As he dry swallows two, she sits down on his right side. She presses her hips against his, puts her left hand on the inside of his right thigh then her right hand on the outside. She slowly massages his thigh, and at first his face is twisted in agony and he loudly protests. But soon, his face relaxes and he lets her continue, waiting for the vicodin to do its job and for some of the pain to dissipate before he attempts going to the bathroom.

After a few minutes, House can no longer stand it. "Cam, that's enough."

She lets him stand and he goes to the bathroom. She turns off the TV and heads to the kitchen.

"House! Are you hungry?"

"Not really!" he hollers back.

"You have to eat! We haven't eaten since like 3!"

"Woman! You don't have to keep yelling at me!"

She turns and sees him standing in the doorway.

"How's your leg? And do you want a sandwich?"

"Hurts like hell, and no."

She turns and puts her hands on her hips. For a brief moment he is floored at the beauty standing in his kitchen in the sexy black negligee.

"Tough. I'm nuking the leftover pasta and I'll force feed you if I have to," she threatens.

"Hmmm, sounds kinky. You wanna drink?"

"Nah, I'm good. I'm gonna have the tea."

He turns and walks back into the living room and pours himself a half glass of Scotch then sits back down on the couch. He grins, remembering the movie, and flips it back on.

"House! Turn that off! You can NOT even be thinking about any more sex!"

The microwave dings and she takes out the bowl of pasta, makes two plates, takes out the toasted bread and sets them on the tray and takes it to the living room.

Jenna and Brenna are scissoring on the boat, and after she sets the tray on the coffee table she goes to the TV, ejects the DVD and sets it on top of the DVD cabinet.

"Spoil sport!"

"Yep!" she says as she sits down next to him. "Watch some stupid car race or something."

Just as they are finishing up eating Cameron says she's going to bed after she cleans the dishes. But what she doesn't know is that she has something in mind for House.

"Fine. Meet you in the bedroom."

After about fifteen minutes Cameron shuts off the lights in the living room and heads for his bedroom. The lights are off, but the bathroom light is shedding just a little light onto the hardwood floor of the bedroom. She sees House lying in bed on his back, his arms up with his hands under his head, and grinning at her fiendishly. She has her arm held behind her back.

"House, I am not even in the mood. We have work tomorrow."

"So what?" he asks as she walks to the bed and sits down next to him.

"Seriously, you know I can't work when I'm exhausted."

"So, call in sick."

"No, I won't do that."

"Ah, goody two-shoes Allison…"

"Shut up," she fusses and she kneels on the bed and straddles his waist, not putting any weight down yet, sitting as if she were riding a horse at a fast gallop.

"What's behind your back?"

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"Yep."

He puts his hands on her waist and she smiles down at him. In a flash, she grabs his right hand with her left, clasps one handcuff on the wrist, throws it up to the railing of the headboard and hooks it around, snatches his left hand – now among loud protests – and brings it to the other cuff, locking it in. House is in such shock he doesn't have time to even think about resisting. He twists his hands against the fur-covered cuffs.

"Cameron, what the hell are you doing?!" he screams.

"I'm getting you back for the clit stimulator trick."

"LET ME GO, NOW!" he demands.

"Nope."

She gets off of him and stands up, goes to the duffle bag she packed for work clothes, and takes out a blindfold.

"Allison Cameron! Get me out of these, NOW!" he screams, squirming, when he sees the blindfold.

"House! I'm not going to kill you!" she says as she slowly walks toward him.

She stands looking down at him, no grin on her face because she can see the distress he is in. His flesh below his neck and collarbone are blood red; that often happens when House is exceptionally stressed out.

"I get it."

He frowns up at her. "Get what?"

"You need control that badly?" He looks at her, his eyebrows furrowed. "You can't stand the threat if someone else has it, do you?"

"I'm NOT joking! Let me out."

She suddenly feels like such a heel. She never dreamed he would be this irate; she is just playing. She thinks she's suddenly gone too far.

"House," she says softly, steps up to the headboard and reaches for his hands. "I'm sorry, really."

With both of her hands working on his hands, he suddenly brings his head up and grabs onto her breast with his teeth and lightly bites down on the nipple.

"House!" she screams as she leans back. She glares down at him, handcuffs still engaged.

"What?" he asks sheepishly, failing miserably at hiding a smile.

"You tell me you want me to let you out and you suck my tit?! Just for that, I'm not letting you out. No matter how much you beg and scream."

"You…bi…"

"Don't say it! We've done everything imaginable this weekend – well, not everything – and…" Cameron is fuming now. But, she is very pleased with herself. She should win an academy award. "You know what? I'm going into the living room and staying there. I'll sleep on the couch. How would you like that?"

He contemplates for a moment. "Don't forget to take a pillow."

Her eyes narrow, she puts her hands on her hips then promptly walks out of the room.

"Cameron?" No answer from her in the other room. "Oh, come ON! Don't do this!"

He is struggling furiously at the cuffs, kicking his legs as if that would magically free him. After several minutes of struggling, he loses all of his strength and throws his head on the pillow. Cameron, on the other hand, is sitting on the couch with a huge grin on her face. She knows it's only a matter of time before he begs her to come back.

Ten minutes later he calls to her loudly. "Cameron, please. Come back. I'm not mad anymore."

Cameron is sitting on the couch, her head on her arm that's resting on the arm rest, her eyes closed and very drowsy. She barely hears him but when she does she sits up and waits a second.

"Cameron…" House takes a deep breath at what he's about to stay next. "Come back and you can do anything you want."

Now she's satisfied. She stands, removes her negligee, leaving her thong on, and heads for the bedroom. Her heart is pounding in her chest, not from excitement but from nervousness at how he will react. When she looks at him on the bed, his face is so unreadable it scares her.

"House, are you okay?" she asks, not really sure why she does. She approaches the side of the bed and watches him as he turns his head to look at her. He looks at her breasts and her taunt stomach, but he doesn't smile.

"You're right," he says, barely above a whisper.

"About what?"

He takes a second before he answers, "The control thing."

"We don't have to do this." This time, she is very serious.

"Just…just don't hurt me."

Now she smiles, leans down, places her hands on both cheeks and gives him a light kiss. "House, I'm not going to hurt you." Her voice is quiet, soft, and caring. "Don't you know that?" He doesn't answer. "I won't. Give me a safe word if I hurt you, and I'll let you go."

He thinks a minute before he says, "McQueen."

She laughs and shakes her head, then says, "Okay. Trust me."

He nods his head indecisively and she gives him another soft kiss.

"Do you want the blindfold?"

He responds immediately by nodding his head yes, but saying 'no.'

"House, answer me honestly. I don't want to do anything more than you can handle."

"Yes."

She smiles at him. She takes the blindfold, places it on his eyes and tells him to lift his head, which he does, and she ties it behind his head.

"You okay?" she asks, putting her hand on his shoulder.

"Yes."

She leans in and brushes her lips against his lightly, more as a reassurance for him. She then sits on the bed beside him, putting her hand on his stomach right below the hem of his t-shirt and runs her hand up his stomach and chest, keeping her eyes on his face. She kneels at his side on the bed, keeping her right leg on the floor and lifts his shirt up; leaving it to hang at his wrists.

She scoots down and puts her hands on the waistband of the sweats and slips them down over his legs, slipping them off and throwing them on the floor. She is quite pleased when she sees he isn't wearing his boxers; less to take off. He's not hard at all, but she knows it's only a matter of time before he is.

She giggles a little. "I think you forgot something."

She stands and looks down at him, thinking of what to do next. She knows she needs to relax him a little. She's not doing this for her; she wants to please him – bring him to the brink like he did to her earlier. There is no malice in it at all.

"Are you comfortable?" He nods his head. "Good."

She leaves and walks to the end of the bed, ideas coming easily to her now. She places her hands on his feet, and lightly massages them with her fingers and thumbs. She then moves up to his ankles, shins. She soon realizes she can't reach further from where she is, so she walks to the other side of the bed and watches him again, just to see how he is. She waits longer than she should have, but she doesn't really think about it.

"Cam…you still here?" he murmurs, his voice shaky with a hint of fear.

"I'm here, babe," she replies, and gets on the bed, crawling to him. She sits on her knees facing him at his feet. "How's your leg? Pain-wise, I mean."

"It's fine."

She puts her right hand on his left thigh and kneads it with her thumbs, delicately massaging the muscles in his leg. Her breasts are rubbing against his right shin, and she thinks she sees his dick respond. She presses her breast down again as she continues, then moves to his right thigh. Her touch is soft, as gentle as she can make it, as her hands run over his scar.

"Cammm, nooo…"

"Am I hurting you?"

"No, no…it's just…aaaggghhh."

Cameron has bent down and kissed a spot on the scar. There is more of a sensation than he thought there'd be, but it feels good. She puts both of her hands on the inside and outside of his thigh with a light touch and nuzzles her nose against the scar. She alternates with her lips and she sees his dick quiver, rising just a bit.

She continues to caress and kiss the scar then moves from his upper thigh to his flesh above and to the right of his pubic hair line. He inhales deeply as her lips press a certain spot, and this time his dick rises to the occasion. She suddenly remembers he mentioned his ticklish spot, but they can be erotic if the touch is ever so slight. She moves her head back and forth to let her lips sweep over the spot. With her tongue, she lightly flicks it over the spot, and again his dick responds.

"House, is that your special spot?" she asks lightheartedly.

"Uh-huh."

"Okay. You still with me?"

"Uh-huh."

She remembers the spot and moves her hands to both sides of his waist, rubbing his skin with her thumbs. She works her way up to his stomach, alternating hands to cover more. With her forefinger, she traces it up between his nipples, the fingernail grazing his skin. He moans in the back of his throat. She continues up to his neck, tracing around his Adam's apple lightly. She puts both hands on his neck and leans in to him, her breasts grazing his chest.

She looks at his face first and notices his bottom lip is quivering a bit. She sticks her tongue out and flicks it to calm it down. She feels his tongue brush against hers and her own tongue circles the tip of his. Her bottom lip takes his and her upper lips grips his bottom lip. She feels his tongue still searching for hers. She works on his lips for a moment before she allows her tongue to explore his mouth.

Their kiss grows in intensity and her breath becomes rapid. She keeps her lips pressed against his as she slides her hand down his chest to his dick, where she firmly takes it in her hand. She runs her thumb up and down the shaft, and thankfully feels his dick pulsate in her hand.

She smiles against his lips and leans her head up and says, "Good boy."

"I aim to please," he replies.

"So do I."

She kisses her way back down to his dick, her hand still around it. She brings her face just inches from his head and blows on it, sending him into shivers and he moans again. She flicks the tip of the head with her tongue while she gently pumps the shaft. She opens her mouth and slips her lips around the head, still flicking the tip with her tongue. She starts to tilt her head to add friction, and she feels his upper torso shift.

"You like that?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want me to keep working on her hot, swollen dick?"

"Hmmm, yes," he mumbles in response to her tighter squeeze she's got on him, which makes his dick shudder in her hand.

"Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?"

"Yes."

"Okay, good boy. Now, tell me, do you want me to work on your dick some more or keep talking dirty to you?"

"ooohhhh…" She's tightens the grip on him more. "Suck my dick."

She smiles and turns her attention back to his hard tool in her hand. She again takes his dick into her mouth and works eagerly on it, listening to him moan above her. She sucks on it so eagerly that her cheekbones suck in.

Cameron feels her pussy is wet now and she wants him, badly. She continues to work on his dick until right before he's about to cum. She leans up, removes the blindfold and kisses him softly.

"Wha…why did you…"

"Because I want you to see this. Are you ok?"

"Yeah."

She turns her body around, so her back is facing him and straddles his waist. His swollen dick enters her easily, and he moans when he sees his dick disappear inside of her. She starts to ride him, slowly at first to build up the tension. She only fucks him a few more times before she feels him explode inside her, and that sets her off into her own.

She leans her body forward, grabs the end of the footboard and fucks the hell out of his dick until her own orgasm builds up and she cums. He moans at feeling her juices drip down his shaft and he moans his pleasure. As the last strains of her orgasm diminish, House moans, bends his knees – which keeps her glued to him – and thankfully endures his own release.

She slides him out of her and turns to him, creeps up his body, purposefully sticks her breasts in his face and removes the handcuffs from his wrists. He seems to have lost the strength of his arms, so she gingerly brings his arms down onto his chest. She grabs his wrists and gently massages them, running her hands up and down his forearms.

"How'you feeling?" she asks, genuinely concerned.

He puts his left hand on her hip. "I'm okay. And you ask too many questions. Cam, was that the first time you did that?"

She nods her head. "I thought we'd use them on you."

"Oh," he stutters, exhaling a little as he laughs. "We will…we will! Now lie down and cuddle with me."

She smiles down at him and lies down next to him, throwing her arm around his waist. "I didn't freak you out, did I?"

"No. Shut up and go to sleep."

"I think I freaked myself out a little."

"Ok. Thanks for the confession. Now go to sleep."

"I'm not saying I didn't like it…"

"Cam, shut UP and go to sleep!"

She leans up and kisses him tenderly, then lays her head on his chest. "Thanks."

House sighs heavily and asks, "For what."

"This weekend."

"You're welcome Cameron. You're very welcome."

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OK…………………….next chapter…………….House makes Cameron wear "special panties!"