They lay together in her bed. Just as they always did. It was always her place. He refused to let her sleep in his bed. That was something he kept to himself. They played by his rules, always. She had made her terms clear at the beginning and he respected the few conditions she had. Nevertheless, here they were, lying in her bed, once again about to screw. It was a typical Saturday afternoon.
House had Cuddy pinned beneath him naked on her bed. He was rubbing himself against her opening, teasing her gently but firmly. She met his gaze, not saying a word, but looking at him with a hunger she only had for him.
He nodded his head, giving her permission to speak. "Please," she instantly begged, "Please take me."
House grinned down at her appreciatively. "How do you want it Lisa?"
She was trembling, trying to arch her hips against him. Her name sounded so good rolling off his tongue like that. "Please fuck me hard. I need to feel you deep inside," she pleaded, not caring how pathetic it made her.
House grinned down at her, pleased with the overall effect he was having on her. "Please?" he asked teasingly.
"Please sir," she said, slightly annoyed.
"For someone looking for a little release, that's quite an attitude you've got going on," he spoke sternly, all hints of teasing gone.
"I'm sorry, sir," she pleaded, "I just need you."
"I know you do," he said caringly, stroking the side of her face tenderly. Suddenly, he thrust himself into her as deep and fast as he could. "But I think you know by now that what you need doesn't matter to me."
She gasped at the sudden intrusion, crying out. It was rough and forced, but smooth and seductive all wrapped up in one.
He couldn't help, but grin down proudly at her. He pulled her legs up wrapping them high against his hips, as he thrust his full length in and out of her roughly.
She was grunting in beat with his thrusts, trying to force her body to relax against his rough movements.
"Such a good girl, taking it for me," House rasped, placing a soft kiss to her forehead.
Her eyes fluttered shut as she felt the warm heat in her belly spreading.
"I own you, don't I?" House asked, as he leaned down and nipped at her neck.
"Completely," she whimpered.
"You're mine," he hissed in her ear, "I can do anything to you I want, take you anywhere I want, in front of anyone I want."
She nodded her consent. She knew she had no willpower against him. She did belong to him. It was a willing submission, but a complete one. "Yes, anything for you," she whispered.
"I want to share you," he said lustfully against her neck. "I want to watch you get used by someone else." He bit her neck a little harder, sucking on it after his teeth made their mark. "You'd like that wouldn't you?"
She didn't get to answer. Cuddy's explosion took her by the same amazing force it always did with House. He knew how to make her body feel things no one else could.
Watching her reaction beneath him sent him over the edge. The surge of power he felt always overwhelmed his control. He would never let her know his weakness, but watching her finish was always enough.
They clung to each other riding their orgasms out together. Their bodies covered in a sheen of sweat, slid together nicely. She screamed his name, as he thrusted into her a final time.