Ok, ya'll. After a million emails I've decided to keep posting here. Sorry for the hassle!

But this should make you happy. :o)

Oh, and this is the start of a 3sum, just to warn you. Although she won't stay long, and it ISN'T Cuddy! It's a female, though

CHAPTER FIVE

"So, what time can I expect you tonight?" House asks as he zips up his pants and watches Cameron pull hers up.

She looks at him incredulously. "You are joking, right?" She watches him walk to the windows and open the curtains. "I am going home and sleeping for a change."

House notices her stammer; holding her legs tight as if every move hurt her.

Good he thought evily to himself.

"You can sleep at my place."

"Yeah, for like three hours," she snickers.

"Ah, my dearest Cameron, it is now my turn to own you." He speaks as he walks back to her and stands just inches from her face. He feels her breath on his neck and a sense of bliss washes over him. He presses the 'on' button on the vibrating panties but she doesn't react. He frowns down at her.

"Ah, my dearest House," she repeats in the same tone House did. "I think you'll find my panties under the desk. So, technically you no longer own me."

Cameron kisses his chin quickly then walks out, leaving House bewildered.

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Early the next morning, Cameron, Chase and Foreman are again sitting in the conference room, but ignore House as he walks in to pour himself a cup of coffee.

"Mornin', House. Sleep well?" Cameron asks as she looks up at him with a grin on her face; luckily, the boys don't see her face.

"I slept great, Dr. Cameron. Yourself?" He sips the coffee and looks at her, his eyes blaring with resentment.

That comment, along with his tone of voice, gets the boys' attention and they look up at Cameron curiously.

"Fantastic!" she lies.

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The next day, Cameron rejects House again, as the next, as day after day. He grows grumpier and grumpier. It's now Friday, 5 o'clock, and she's heading out the door before House returns to pack up and leave himself.

A few minutes after she leaves, House walks into his office and stands by his desk, ready to pack his duffle bag. He sees a large manila envelope in his chair and looks into the conference room. He doesn't see Cameron or the boys. He picks it up and opens it; it rattles strangely metallically in his hands. He drops the contents onto the desk.

'Their' handcuffs clang onto his desk, as well as the control for the 'magic' panties, as well as a piece of paper. He looks at it; it's Cameron's handwriting.

H – Be at your place at 9. Time for your revenge. Like the presents?" C

"Hot diggity damn!"

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At 8:45, House is sitting in his living room nursing his second Scotch. His crotch is already hurting from his hard dick from not getting any the whole week. Cameron has been teasing him and giving him eye sex all week and there was more than one time he wanted to take her on his desk again.

After he made a quick phone call, which consisted of, '10pm', he glances at the handcuffs sitting on the coffee table. With the panty control in his hand, he feels a sense of power that makes his dick throb. He finishes the Scotch and has five more minutes until her arrival. He looks over at his guitar then decides that's a good outlet to redirect his thoughts from Cameron.

He holds the guitar in his lap as if it were the most beautiful woman in the world. It feels warm against his lap, and his fingers pick at the strings as if they were a woman's nipple he was teasing. He feels his dick tingle and curses.

Okay, a lot of good that did.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

House looks up at the door and smiles wickedly. He reaches for the panty control and wonder if it will work behind the door.

Well, there's only one way to find out

He stands, grabs his cane and walks to the door. There's another knock, hard – knuckles. He raises his hand with the remote and hits the on button. There's a hard tap then a flat-handed one then a soft thud, and knows it does work behind the door. He quickly turns it off then on again then off. Two more flat-handed thumps.

"Damnit, House! Knock…" House flicks it back on then off and that shuts her up. "…it…awwwffff!" she cries breathlessly.

He opens the door. Cameron is standing in the doorway, her legs crossed, one arm on the door jam, her head where the door used to be with her eyes closed, her face flushed.

He grins. "What's wrong, Cameron? You having a seizure?" He laughs.

Her eyes fly open and she gives him a dirty look before she walks through the door.

"No, but if you keep it up…" House flicks it on and off again. She trips and her hands land on the back of the couch. "…ass," she whispers, gripping the cushion tightly.

"Cameron," he whispers as he closes the door and walks to her, his crotch presses against her, her ass bent out for him. "If you want to give me your ass just tell me."

He puts his hands around her waist and grinds his dick against her ass. She inhales deeply, but he hasn't pressed the panty remote.

Cameron leans up and presses her back against his chest, her head back on his shoulder. His hands pull out the blouse from her jeans and he runs it over her taunt stomach, slowly rising to her breasts, sans bra.

"Hmm, dangerous Cam, I love it."

"Love what?" she asks dumbly.

"No bra," he whispers in her ear.

She moans softly. "Uh-huh."

In one swift motion he grabs her waist and turns her around. He bends down and kisses her a heavy kiss and she returns it hungrily. Her hands run up his t-shirt, and push him back a little, their lips still against the other. His hands unbutton her blouse and he presses his hands down over her shoulders then throws the shirt on the couch. She breaks their kiss and his hands go up in the air; she pulls it off of him.

He presses himself heavily against her and she wraps her arms around his neck, throwing her head back. He kisses her cheek, ear lobe, neck then her collarbone. She moves her hands to his ass and squeezes each cheek, hard.

"Bedroom," she mumbles under her breath.

"You go. I'll meet you in a minute. And take off your jeans but leave the panties on and meet me on the bed."

She looks up at him then grins. "Okay, but you're still an ass." House replies by winking at her.

After she walks through his bedroom door he limps to the coffee table, downs two vicodin – although he thinks three after what he's conjured up – and grabs the handcuffs. He walks into his bedroom, taking his sweet time, although he wants to run in, jump on the bed and ram his dick inside her, he knows that's not possible – the running part I mean.

When he sees her on the bed he doesn't smile, but he is on the inside. She's lying on the bed, just as he asked, her hands clasped on her stomach and her head is on the pillow and smiles at him. He slowly walks to the bed and looks down at her.

"Good girl."

He bends down and opens the top drawer of the nightstand and takes out a blindfold. Her eyes pop open with fright in them.

"House – I didn't mention anything about…"

"Hey, revenge is sweet, my dear."

"I'm okay with the handcuffs but the blindfoooool..."

House turns on the remote and she can't finish the sentence. She arches her back and throws her head back, groaning loudly. He turns it off again and waits a minute.

"Will you put the blindfold on?" he asks after she opens her eyes and peers up at him.

She nods her head yes but says no. House takes that as a yes. He bends down and puts it over her eyes. He asks her to raise her head from the pillow and she does so as he ties it behind her head.

"That okay?"

"Uh-huh."

He picks up the handcuffs and he sees a shudder coarse through her and he smiles. He bends over and kisses her softly, rapidly growing into a tongue-search of the other's cavities. With their lips still pressed together, he reaches down, grabs her right wrist and whips it up over her head.

Her breath catches in her throat but she doesn't break the kiss. With House's right hand he quickly closes the cuff around her wrist, puts the cuff chain behind a bed rail and grabs her left wrist. He does the same with her left.

He steps back and watches her squirm but doesn't say anything. A few minutes go by and he feels his dick grow in his pants. He turns on the vibrator and leaves it on.

"oohhhhh" she moans.

She bucks her hips up with both legs bent, and slowly spreading to relieve the pulsing nob against her clit.

House leans up, only inches from her mouth, still. "Close 'em," House orders.

"no………." she groans.

"Yes -- NOW!"

She grunts and does as she's ordered. He bends over and takes her nipple in his mouth and sucks ravishingly. Her pussy tingles and her clit swells, along with her nipple in his mouth. She throws her head back as he continues to suck and nip and bite at her nipple.

He slips his left finger into her pussy and she moans loudly.

"Nice and wet…awesome," House says after sucking her nipple.

He massages her wall looking for her g-spot and she bucks her hips higher when he hits it.

"No…no…no…" she mumbles.

"Cameron, I want you to cum now."

"No…no…caaaaan't…"

"Yes, you can. I know you can."

He presses his thumb on the nob on her clit and she screams again. He flicks her g-spot faster and she bucks her hips in the air. He starts to finger-fuck her and she's on the brink now. The sounds of his fingers smacking her crotch sends a shiver through her.

"How close are you?" he asks, watching her face.

"I…ooohhhh…"

"Cameron, answer me." House brings his face to her ear and he whispers, "How close are you to cumming?"

With his hot breath on her ear, she bucks her hips up and leaves them there.

"I…nowwwwww"

House stops finger-fucking her but massages her g-spot. Cameron's mouth flies open in a silent cry as the orgasm overtakes her. She mumbles his name and pushes her ass down on the mattress but her mouth is still open. Waves emanate through her and she shutters one last time. The handcuffs jingle above her head as she struggles.

"Howwwwwww…"

Her orgasm peaks and she closes her mouth but grunts deeply under her breath. A few minutes later she's caught her breath.

"Fuck me, House, pleeeeeease."

"Oh, it's not very lady-like to beg, Cameron."

"Ass."

"Ok, just for that I'm definitely not going to fuck you."

He turns and walks out of the room, leaving a screaming Cameron in the room alone.

"You're still an ass!"