Sorry to neglect this for too longs, guys! I've been working on another fic and used all my 'energy' on that one. Lol Okay, so, enjoy it!

We last left off with House leaving Cameron handcuffed and blindfolded to his bed. What will he do? Who did he call? Who comes? They both do. hehehehe

CHAPTER SIX

House walks into his living room toward the bottle of scotch and smiles to himself, mentally patting himself on the shoulder for his sexual prowess. He looks at his watch – it's 9:50 – and he downs a shot of the liquor.

"How are you doing in there, Cam?" House hollers out, a playful menace in his voice.

"Do you really care!" she screams. But she's not really angry. Being in the room, handcuffed to the bed of the man that she's wanted to jump for years, how can she be angry?

"Of course I care – if I didn't care I wouldn't have asked."

His cell phone vibrates in his pocket, so as not to forewarn Cameron of his intentions. He walks to the front door, looks through the peep-hole and smiles his pleasure. He opens the door and steps through a little so they can talk in the hallway, out of Cameron's ear shot.

"Hi, I'm Sophia."

"Greg. This is what I would like you to do…"

"House, House! Where are you?"

Panic has set in with Cameron now. Being handcuffed for ten minutes is something she is not excited about. Although, she hates to admit to herself, she is soaking wet and her clit has grown swollen again.

House and Sophia walk into the bedroom – House purposefully making more noise than Sophia. He thumps the cane against the hardwood floor and lets it fall to the floor. As he goes to the bed and stands talking to Cameron, he's really watching Sophia as she stands in the corner of the room and removes her coat.

He smiles his approval at her choice of clothes. She's holding her black heels -- so as not to make any additional noise -- black stockings and a lace thong with garter belt and a tight-fitting negligee. She smiles back and she stays where she is.

House sits on the bed beside Cameron, puts his left arm across her and leans down to her face.

"Allison, I want you to call me Greg from now on, until I tell you otherwise."

"Why?" she asks breathlessly.

House grins wickedly and turns on the remote to the panties, sending Cameron into a full body shutter and her nipples become instantly erect. He lets her enjoy it for a second then turns it off. He leans in and kisses her – their lips press against the other and Cameron flicks her tongue out and licks his bottom lip.

He leans back up and says, "Because I said so. Don't you trust me, Allison?"

"No."

He flicks it on again and immediately turns it off just to be mean. He then walks to the foot of the bed and pulls Cameron's panties off, noticing her crotch glistening with her juices and stands back up.

"I'll be right back."

"No…no…How…Greg…stay…please?!" she pleads.

House nods at Sophia and she approaches the bed, looking over Cameron's body and smiles over at House, who is sitting on the chair by the window. Sophia puts a small piece of ice into her mouth and then sits on the bed by her waist and runs her smooth, flat hand over Cameron's stomach and between her breasts.

"Greggg…that's not you…Greg?!"

Sophia looks at House but he mouths for her to continue as he stands and approaches the bed, putting his head beside Sophia's.

"Yes, it's me, Allison. I've got gloves so my hands feel smoother."

Sophia nods her surprise at his cleverness.

"There's no way…hmmm…"

Sophia has just cupped her breast and pinched her nipple.

"You're fine," he tells her as he returns to the chair.

His dick is throbbing in his pants even more, and he doesn't know how much he can take watching Sophia pleasure Cameron. All he knows is he's got an hour because that's how long he's paid Sophia for.

Sophia leans in and flicks her tongue across Cameron's nipple.

"Hmmph…your tongue…is coooold…"

Sophia pinches her nipple with her lips and lets the cold water from the ice cube drip down her breast. Her hand is still exploring Cameron. She rubs her hands over her collarbone, neck, shoulders, up her arms. She brings her hand back down and runs down the sides of her breasts to her waist.

Cameron struggles a little with the handcuffs but House isn't worried. He's watching everything – of course he is; he's enjoying the hell out of it – but more to be sure she doesn't freak out. Sure, he's an ass, but he's not thoughtless. Wait, yes he is, but that's another story.

Sophia leans in and kisses Cameron softly, their lips just brushing against the other. She lifts her head begging for more, and Sophia doesn't disappoint. They kiss and lap their tongues at the other as Sophia keeps running her hand over Cameron stomach and her hairless crotch. She lifts and bends her legs, pushing her hips up for some attention where the vibrator had been previously.

Cameron starts to moan then lets her head drop, struggling harder with the handcuffs and he knows

he's in trouble. Sophia steps off the bed, looking worried and a little pissed, and House stands and scoots on the bed beside Cameron, bringing his head to her face.

"Hww…Greg…what's going…this isn't you…don't do this."

"Allison, this is Sophia…I thought…"

'YOU THOUGHT WRONG!"

Cameron struggles fiercely with the handcuffs again, clearly freaking out.

"Allison…I'm…I'm sorry…" House stutters, with genuine concern.

He quickly removes the blindfold first then the handcuffs. She instantly clasps her wrists and wrings them, in obvious pain. She does look at Sophia and checks her out, though.

"Ca…Allison, you said you were with another wom…"

"I was! But I wasn't blindfolded and I sure as hell wasn't handcuffed!" she screams. She sits up and pushes herself against the headboard, her legs closed tight and her arms across her breasts. "What were you thinking?!"

"I…it was just…I'm really sorry."

Cameron looks into his eyes and sees he really is remorseful and that it was just bad judgment.

"Greg, if you wanted to do this you should have asked me."

"Would you have said no?"

She looks at Sophia, who's standing at the wall now, calmer now, then back at House.

"Maybe not, but this certainly wasn't…" she answers.

"I…I'd better be going," Sophia says as she grabs her coat.

"Cam…Allison, she has another 45 minutes if you want her to stay. I'm not pressuring you, I'm just mentioning it."

Sophia smiles warmly at Cameron, holding her coat in her hand. Cameron thinks for several minutes, longer than House wants her to. Hell, it can be put to better use by the two women, right?

"Fine, but no handcuffs, no blindfolds, and you can not join us," Cameron says resolutely.

House leans in, places her cheek in his hand, leans in and kisses her softly. Looking deeply in her eyes he says, "I truly am sorry."

She kisses him back, punches him in the arm – with a yelp from House – and says, "It's okay. Just don't do it again."

She watches House get off the bed then turns her attention to Sophia.

Forty-five minutes later, House closes the door behind Sophia as she leaves his apartment. He walks back into the bedroom and smiles at seeing Cameron lying on the bed, still breathless. The light from the nightstand shows her flushed face, her eyes closed, and a smile on her face. He leans against the door and watches her.

"Cameron, do you want anything to drink?"

"Yeah, something cold."

"'K…be right back."

House doesn't need his cane; the endorphins rush he has at seeing Cameron coming with Sophia between her legs should last another half an hour, at House's calculation. He walks back into the living room, pours himself a shot of Scotch and downs it then goes to the kitchen for iced tea for Cameron.

He sits down next to Cameron and hands her the glass.

"Thanks."

"Was is ok? Did you…have fun?"

She shakes her head; House frowns. Cameron laughs. "I did, but I only wanted you." Cameron sees his face blush and his chest turn beet red. "My, my, Dr. House, I do believe you are blushing," she says in a southern accent.

"You just make me feel so…so…" he stutters.

"Speechless?"

House laughs, takes her glass as he stands and places it on the nightstand. He turns and looks at her, his eyes twinkling. Cameron sits up and grabs the waist of his jeans and pulls them down before he can protest. His dick springs out and she smiles.

"Come here," she says, her voice sultry and deep –hungry.

He pulls his t-shirt up over his head and dives on the bed, ending up lying on the other side of her. Cameron laughs as she throws herself on top of him and takes his mouth into hers, kissing him hard. He moans in his throat but doesn't protest at her assertiveness.

He puts his hands on her breasts and she pushes them away. He gives her an angry, dejected look.

"Nu-uh. Push up." He looks at her confused. "Lean up against the headboard."

"Why?"

"I'm not telling."

"Then I'm not…"

She shuts him up by pressing her lips hard against his and their tongues eagerly hunt for the others.

"Please, just do it."

"Well, since you put it so nicely."

Cameron lifts up her hips so he can slip up from underneath her and he leans against the headboard. She turns around and sits down slowly on his engorged dick, moaning as she does so. She puts wraps her legs at his hips and asks if she's hurting his leg. He grunts no. She puts her hands on his knees and leans back, her hair brushing against his chest. He puts his hands around her and grips her breasts.

She starts to ride him, slowly at first and smiles when she hears him moan. She increases her speed, pumping and grinding into him. His dick penetrates deeper and she moans when he pinches her nipples.

"Hmmm…" he moans.

She grates into him harder and faster, their breath both growing rapidly. She sits down, most of his dick inside her, and pumps her hips back and forth. She feels her pussy tingle and groans when a shot of electricity shoots through her.

"Hoowwwssss…oh, gaawwd…" she screams.

His hands slide to her waist and lifts her slightly, bringing her down even harder on his dick and he grunts his pleasure.

After a few more pumps she leans back against his chest and he wraps his arms around her waist.

"Hoolllld me…don't…let…goooooo"

Cameron's orgasm shoots through her and she screams his name, bucking her hips and digging her nails into his skin.

"Cuummmm…ooohhhh…"

She tightens her PC muscles around his dick and he yelps her name as he fires his ejaculation inside her.

"Ooohhh, don't sawwwp…"

They both scream and she collapses on top of him, her back against his chest and he holds her tightly.

As their breathing becomes steady and more calm, House buries his face in Cameron's neck and whispers into her ear, "I only wanted you, too."