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TITLE: Penetration
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: House/Cameron
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY:
Their relationship had always been dynamic, even before they’d begun dating, and those dynamics had moved right into the bedroom.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOUSEKETEER HAVE SOME BDSM FANFIC. ILU!
Thank you to jovsg and sonnydaman for the amazing betas.
Cameron sauntered into House’s office, setting a full coffee mug on his desk and shooting him a dirty grin.
“Happy Anniversary,” she murmured, her eyes trailing over his lanky frame.
“Good morning, Doctor Cameron.” House replied, picking up the mug and sipping, “Are we going to announce it to the hospital at large, or shall we do our jobs?”
Cameron smirked and nodded, heading back to the diagnostics lab without a second glance. House watched her leave to sit down at the table with Chase and Foreman. She said something and Chase grinned, and House felt irrational jealousy course through him.
She was through with Chase. He didn’t have anything to worry about; she’d been his for the last six months and if everything continued the way things had been going, she’d be his for a lot longer. He still couldn’t help wanting to storm into the lab and demand that Chase keep his eyes to himself.
Cameron opened her laptop and pulled up an email account - probably his - and began to click through the messages. He watched her for a little bit longer, his eyes moving over the graceful curve of her neck, the slight rising and falling of her chest as she breathed, the little wrinkle between her eyes as she concentrated on the email to which she was responding.
He wasn’t sure what she had planned for the evening, but he was okay with that - he had plans of his own. Their relationship had always been dynamic, even before they’d begun dating, and those dynamics had moved right into the bedroom. They fit together better than he’d anticipated, if he were honest with himself, and everything that happened in the bedroom was just an amazing perk.
House brought his feet up to rest on his desk, rubbing his leg a little as he moved. They had no patient, he had Chase finishing the charting from the last patient, Cameron answering his emails and Foreman was paging through a new JAMA. That meant he was free to watch her and free to continue to plan their evening as he mindlessly tapped keys on his Gameboy.
Watching her now, no one would suspect that she was anything less than wholesome. The Chase debacle could have been explained away, and Allison Cameron could have maintained her good girl image long into life.
But as she gracefully crossed her long legs, he knew exactly what she was wearing under that professional little skirt and cap sleeved blouse. She’d modeled the lingerie before they’d left for work; the strapless black bra that really didn’t cover much, the little black panties that were held together by little strings of silk and tied bows. And none of that really began to compare to the little red bite marks that littered her collarbone and the two thumbprint bruises on her pelvis that matched the four fingerprints on her back from where he’d held her the night before.
“Cameron.”
She glanced over to his open office door from the computer, one eyebrow raised in question. She caught his eye and he tipped his head at her, his meaning clear: Come here. Obediently, she stood up and moved back into his office.
“You wanted something?” she asked, closing the door behind her.
“Go home.”
“Go…I’m sorry?”
“There’s nothing to do here. It’s Friday, it’s four, go home.”
Cameron stammered a little uncertainly, “I…why?”
House glanced though the glass at his other two fellows; neither of them were paying the least bit of attention to the two of them, “Because it’s our anniversary, and I’ve got plans for us. Go home, wait for me in the bedroom…I’ll be there shortly. Here.”
She held her hand out to take whatever it was he offered, and when he placed a key on a simple silver key ring in her hand, her jaw dropped. He made eye contact and gave her a little smile, the corners of his mouth just barely curved up. He nodded, then turned his attention back to his Gameboy. Conversation over.
Cameron walked back into the lab, collected her things and said her goodbyes to her coworkers. They nodded amicably to her excuse of a headache and a call for an early day, and it was all she could do not to rush down the hallway of the hospital on the way to her car. They’d been…half way living together for the last month, with her bringing a bag each week and going home one night a week to do laundry and repack. The key left no doubt in her mind as to whose home he’d meant when he told her to go home.
She opened her car door and nearly sat on a single red rose that had been placed on her seat. She picked it up, brushing her fingers over the soft petals before laying it on the passenger seat.
She felt a light blush creep up her cheeks and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to be home with him. I wonder what he’s got planned…
She entered his apartment alone for the first time, her shoes clicking against the hardwood floors. She slipped them off and went into the bedroom, and a little breathy gasp escaped her lips. He’d covered his bed with rose petals - a move she was sure was entirely for her benefit - but he also had already attached restraints to the four corners of his bed. Each leather cuff was attached to the bed by nylon rope and Cameron felt her insides twist in anticipation. Next to the bed was a wooden box, and the urge to open it overcame the desire for surprise. She dropped to her knees and reached for the box.
“Uh uh uh.” A voice from the doorway stopped her short and she froze on her knees, her hands poised above the box. “Stand up, please.”
She did immediately, turning around to face him. “You’re…here quickly,” she stammered, tucking her hands behind her back and staring at him with wide eyes.
“Mhmm,” he said, an amused look flitting across his features as he studied her.
“Thank you for the flowers,” she said, finally gathering herself together and stepping forward into his arms. She curled against him, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Happy Anniversary,” he said, kissing the top of her head and sliding one arm around her. He let himself be sappy for a moment, just standing in his bedroom with her in his arms. Sometimes he couldn’t believe she wanted him, and other times he just thanked his lucky stars that he’d opened his eyes before he’d blown his shot with her.
“Happy Anniversary,” she murmured back, breath warm against his chest. She brought her lips to his neck, leaving gentle kisses over the soft skin, then kissed her way up the curve of his neck, bringing her lips to his earlobe, pulling it between her lips and nibbling until she heard him inhale sharply.
“This is my show,” he told her, palming her hips and pushing her a few steps back. Nimble fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse and he opened it, dragging it down over her shoulders. Cameron stood still, watching him with dark eyes as he dropped the fabric on the floor and moved his fingers to the clasp of her skirt. It pooled around her feet, and he took her hand, encouraging her to step out.
“Greg,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he brushed his fingers over her cheek, down over her shoulders and down her chest until he was cupping her breasts through the thin lace of her bra. He brushed his thumbs over her lace-covered nipples, listening to her breathing increase, and then leaned in to kiss her.
She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lithe body against his chest, shamelessly grinding against his growing erection. House let her continue for a minute, then dropped his cane so he could reach behind his neck and take each of her little wrists in his hands. He pinned them to her sides and continued kissing her, shuffling her towards the bed.
Wordlessly, he dropped her wrists and pushed her back. She sank gracefully onto the bed, watching him with dark eyes. He pointed at the bed and she smirked, easily laying back amidst the rose petals and stretching out her arms and legs so he could attach the cuffs to her slim ankles and wrists. She whimpered, stretching in her bonds and wiggling against them.
House took the opportunity to tighten the ropes so she really was stretched out in his bed, all creamy skin and black lace. She watched him as he brought the wooden box up to rest on the bed next to her hip. He opened it and began lining up toys on the nightstand, occasionally meeting her heated gaze.
The first thing he laid out was a blindfold, and Cameron had no doubt she’d be wearing it shortly, unable to see what he was going to do to her. The thought sent a tingle down her spine and she squirmed, trying to press her thighs together. He observed her, smirking lightly, and removed a feather from the box, laying it next to the blindfold.
He’d played this game with her before. She watched the items line up on the nightstand with eager anticipation. A butter knife was laid out next to the feather, then a clean mascara wand, and finally a paintbrush. Cameron eyed the items, arousal already pooling in her belly.
“Just to make things more interesting…” House told her offhandedly as he pulled a butterfly vibe out of the box and came over to the bed. He untied the little ribbons on the sides of her panties so he could pull the lace away from her skin before positioning the little toy carefully against her clit. Just the little motion his hand caused had Cameron whimpering. Carefully, he drew the straps around her smooth thighs, buckling them and holding the butterfly firmly against her sensitive skin.
“You doing alright?” he asked, checking the restraints around her wrists and ankles to be sure they weren’t too tight before smoothing her hair away from her face.
Cameron nodded, her breath coming in short, quick pants. Alright didn’t even begin to cover it. “I’m good,” she told him, leaving a kiss on his palm as he moved his hand away.
“Good.” He slid the blindfold down over her eyes, and the room went dark. She felt like the darkness made everything else more intense, and for a minute, all she could hear was the panting of her breath.
“We’re going to play a game now.” Cameron turned her head towards the sound of House’s voice, her lower lip pulled between her teeth in anticipation. “You’re going to guess what’s touching you. For every one you get wrong, you’re going to have an orgasm.”
That…did not sound bad at all to Cameron, and she nodded her consent.
“You remember your safeword?”
Cameron nodded again, “Blue,” she said clearly, though her voice was breathy.
“Good girl.” A cool palm ran down her neck, over her still-clothed breasts and down her trembling stomach. He tapped on the plastic of the butterfly with his pointer finger, sending little jolts up Cameron’s spine.
But the little vibrator didn’t turn on. Instead, she felt his hands slide under her back, pulling away the clasp of her bra so she was finally naked under his gaze. Nothing more happened for several seconds, and then she felt tiny little bristles brushing against her nipples.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice teasing.
“Paintbrush,” she gasped out, arching already.
“Wrong,” he intoned, and she shook her head. Nothing else he had laid out could have felt like that. He laughed, “Did you think that I let you see everything? What sort of a game would that be? This is not the paintbrush.”
Before she’d really even processed his comments, the butterfly between her legs was turned on and buzzing against her already sensitive clit.
“Ahh, Greg,” she gasped, her hands curling around the rope that held her to the bed. The bed dipped as he sat down next to her, and she jerked in her bonds as he pushed the vibe tight against her clit and used his other hand to tease at her center, letting his fingers sink in just an inch before pulling back.
He teased her for a minute longer, enjoying the way her begging went from coherent “pleases” to babbled syllables before sinking his first two fingers all the way into her and curving them just a little, all the while keeping the butterfly pressed tight against her clit. She screamed her orgasm, arching as best she could within her restraints, and then sank back down onto the bed just as House removed his fingers and switched off the vibe.
“Not fair,” she murmured, but it was blatantly obvious she was not displeased.
“Nothing’s ever fair when you’re tied to the bed,” he teased back, wiping a line of sweat from her brow before sitting down on the bed again. “Now. What’s this?”
A cool, smooth object was placed against her stomach and moved down her belly in a curving line. She knew immediately what it was - the smooth side of the butter knife.
“Knife,” she murmured, and the object was removed.
“Good girl,” he said, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. A little buzzing noise filled the room and suddenly there were spinning…bristles at Cameron’s nipple?
“What? Ohhh…” Cameron’s question turned into a moan as he moved the object over the sensitive point of her nipple, then slid it around her areola.
“What is it?”
“It’s…ohh, please,” she murmured, twisting as she tried to get the feeling back directly on her nipple.
“Allison. What is it?”
“It’s a…” what the hell was it? She tried to run through a list of toys she knew he had, but she couldn’t think of anything.
“Time’s up.” The vibe was back on, and his long fingers were inside of her before she even realized he’d spoken. She was soaked from her previous orgasm and his fingers pushed into her with no resistance.
“Ungh, Greg,” she panted as her orgasm hit her with almost no warning. Seconds later the vibrations had stopped and his fingers were gone.
“Next,” he told her, brushing the tiny bristles of the mascara wand over her nipple.
“Uhhh,” she squirmed, every nerve on fire, “Mascara wand.”
“Mhmmm,” he said, throwing it to the side and picking up the feather. He trailed if over her inner thighs and her body shuddered, her hips rocking to nothing. She didn’t talk, just waited as he trailed it over her leg and up her waist, making her squirm.
“What is it, Allison?”
“Feather,” the word came out in a hiss and she tried to move away from the tickling.
“Good girl,” he told her, smoothing back her hair and kissing her softly, “Now,” and the vibrator clicked back on, “We’re going to see how many times you can come. Once you figure out what this is, I’ll turn it off.”
He picked up the electric toothbrush he’d used on her earlier and placed it back on Cameron’s heaving chest, teasing her nipples.
“Please, Greg, I don’t know, I don’t know if I can take any more,” she begged, writhing under his touch.
House smirked, keeping the head of the toothbrush over her nipple as she thrashed. The butterfly vibe had been a good investment - she could squirm all she wanted, it wasn’t going anywhere until he decided it was.
She babbled his name as she came again, clutching at the ropes holding her cuffs with white knuckled fingers.
“What is it, Allison? Guess,” House encouraged, unzipping his jeans with his free hand to relieve the pressure. God, he was rock hard under the denim…she was so hot.
“I don’t know, I don’t know, oh…ughn, I’m gonna come again.”
“You can pick,” he told her lowly, as she panted out her fourth orgasm, “You know the rules. You want to keep this up until you guess correctly…or do you want me to spank you? Since you’re such a naughty girl who can’t even tell what’s touching her...”
Cameron’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she decided. His fingers pushing the vibe tight against her clit made the decision for her, “Spank me.”
“Ask me nicely,” he requested, dropping the toothbrush and enjoying the way her skin flushed.
“Please spank me,” she begged, “Oh God, Greg, pleasespank me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he said agreeably, turning off the butterfly and pulling it away from her dripping center. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed as he reached for her ankles and wrists, undoing the clasps. “Roll over, naughty girl,” he told her, and she obeyed, her muscles trembling as she moved.
When she was positioned on her stomach, he pulled her hands and legs apart again, wrapping the leather cuffs around her slim wrists and ankles again. She relaxed in the restraints, letting her head rest on the pillow he provided her.
House reached for a Vicodin, sliding the pill between his lips as he moved painfully around the bed. He wasn’t sure what was to blame more: his leg or his erection that was straining against the fabric of his boxers. He took the opportunity to slip off his jeans the rest of the way, tugging off his socks as well. As he moved, he watched Cameron as she lay on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation.
Six months. He’d had her for six months and the sight of her still drove him insane. They did a good job of keeping it away from work - everyone knew they were together, no one knew just how bad he had it. Not even Cameron knew, if he were honest, and yet…she was always there.
He ran a hand over the smooth skin of her back, making her jump, until his palm rested on the swell of her ass. She mumbled something into the pillow, but he didn’t ask her to repeat it. He rubbed his hand in gentle circles over her ass, waiting for her to relax. As soon as she did, he raised his hand up and brought it down on the white skin, leaving a faint pink mark. She squeaked, but didn’t cry out, so he did it again.
Underneath his palm, she squirmed, anticipating each blow and loving when he surprised her. He slapped her again and again, making her skin pink and loving the way her little gasps turned to pleased moans.
He stopped as suddenly as he’d started, smoothing his palm over the reddened flesh before rising off the bed and removing her ankle restraints. Her wrists followed suit and she went to remove the blindfold.
“Uh uh uh, naughty girl. Leave it,” he told her, placing a guiding hand on her arm to help her kneel up. He sat down on the bed, his back against the headboard and pulled her into his arms. She braced her palms on his shoulders and he helped her straddle his thighs; she was careful of his damaged thigh even with her eyes covered, “There you go,” he encouraged, slipping a hand between them so he could guide himself into her.
As soon as she felt him pressing against her, Cameron sank down into his lap, whimpering as he pushed into her, “Greg,” she murmured, leaning forward to leave kisses wherever her lips touched. Even blindfolded, she found the sensitive spot on his neck, below his earlobe.
“Move now,” he hissed into her ear, and she obeyed, sliding up and down his cock until they had settled into a rhythm. “God, Allison…so good.”
His hands gripped her hips, moving her the way he wanted, and she let him, leaning forward to kiss him when she could. Blind, she just concentrated on tightening her muscles around him until she felt him shudder below her; his sign that he was just about to come.
She sank all the way down on him, squeezing him. House slid his hand between them and pushed on her clit while he raised his other hand and pulled off her blindfold just as she came, shuddering around him and pulling his own orgasm from him.
“Oh, god,” she breathed, eyes locked on his as she gripped at his shoulders, still spasming in his lap, around his cock.
He pushed her hair away from her face, then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face towards him, kissing her hard. His tongue pushed into her mouth and he held her to him until the need for breath was greater than the need to kiss her.
Still shaking a little, Cameron backed off, sliding off him and sinking to the petal covered comforter, waiting until he’d scooted down to lay next to her before she nestled into his arms, pillowing her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.
“That was…” she tried to think of a synonym for amazing that even began to cover what she felt like, but she couldn’t. Instead, she leaned up to kiss him again, gently this time, before resuming her position in his arms.
“Mmhmm,” he agreed, returning her kiss. His thigh was killing him, but he could wait the five minutes it would take for her to fall asleep to take another Vicodin. He just…didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“Happy Anniversary,” she murmured before letting her unwilling eyes slip shut.
“Happy Anniversary,” he told her, leaning his head over to kiss the top of her head, “I love you.”
AUTHOR: dragynflies
PAIRING: House/Cameron
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY:
Their relationship had always been dynamic, even before they’d begun dating, and those dynamics had moved right into the bedroom.
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. Don’t sue.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: HAPPY BIRTHDAY HOUSEKETEER HAVE SOME BDSM FANFIC. ILU!
Thank you to jovsg and sonnydaman for the amazing betas.
Cameron sauntered into House’s office, setting a full coffee mug on his desk and shooting him a dirty grin.
“Happy Anniversary,” she murmured, her eyes trailing over his lanky frame.
“Good morning, Doctor Cameron.” House replied, picking up the mug and sipping, “Are we going to announce it to the hospital at large, or shall we do our jobs?”
Cameron smirked and nodded, heading back to the diagnostics lab without a second glance. House watched her leave to sit down at the table with Chase and Foreman. She said something and Chase grinned, and House felt irrational jealousy course through him.
She was through with Chase. He didn’t have anything to worry about; she’d been his for the last six months and if everything continued the way things had been going, she’d be his for a lot longer. He still couldn’t help wanting to storm into the lab and demand that Chase keep his eyes to himself.
Cameron opened her laptop and pulled up an email account - probably his - and began to click through the messages. He watched her for a little bit longer, his eyes moving over the graceful curve of her neck, the slight rising and falling of her chest as she breathed, the little wrinkle between her eyes as she concentrated on the email to which she was responding.
He wasn’t sure what she had planned for the evening, but he was okay with that - he had plans of his own. Their relationship had always been dynamic, even before they’d begun dating, and those dynamics had moved right into the bedroom. They fit together better than he’d anticipated, if he were honest with himself, and everything that happened in the bedroom was just an amazing perk.
House brought his feet up to rest on his desk, rubbing his leg a little as he moved. They had no patient, he had Chase finishing the charting from the last patient, Cameron answering his emails and Foreman was paging through a new JAMA. That meant he was free to watch her and free to continue to plan their evening as he mindlessly tapped keys on his Gameboy.
Watching her now, no one would suspect that she was anything less than wholesome. The Chase debacle could have been explained away, and Allison Cameron could have maintained her good girl image long into life.
But as she gracefully crossed her long legs, he knew exactly what she was wearing under that professional little skirt and cap sleeved blouse. She’d modeled the lingerie before they’d left for work; the strapless black bra that really didn’t cover much, the little black panties that were held together by little strings of silk and tied bows. And none of that really began to compare to the little red bite marks that littered her collarbone and the two thumbprint bruises on her pelvis that matched the four fingerprints on her back from where he’d held her the night before.
“Cameron.”
She glanced over to his open office door from the computer, one eyebrow raised in question. She caught his eye and he tipped his head at her, his meaning clear: Come here. Obediently, she stood up and moved back into his office.
“You wanted something?” she asked, closing the door behind her.
“Go home.”
“Go…I’m sorry?”
“There’s nothing to do here. It’s Friday, it’s four, go home.”
Cameron stammered a little uncertainly, “I…why?”
House glanced though the glass at his other two fellows; neither of them were paying the least bit of attention to the two of them, “Because it’s our anniversary, and I’ve got plans for us. Go home, wait for me in the bedroom…I’ll be there shortly. Here.”
She held her hand out to take whatever it was he offered, and when he placed a key on a simple silver key ring in her hand, her jaw dropped. He made eye contact and gave her a little smile, the corners of his mouth just barely curved up. He nodded, then turned his attention back to his Gameboy. Conversation over.
Cameron walked back into the lab, collected her things and said her goodbyes to her coworkers. They nodded amicably to her excuse of a headache and a call for an early day, and it was all she could do not to rush down the hallway of the hospital on the way to her car. They’d been…half way living together for the last month, with her bringing a bag each week and going home one night a week to do laundry and repack. The key left no doubt in her mind as to whose home he’d meant when he told her to go home.
She opened her car door and nearly sat on a single red rose that had been placed on her seat. She picked it up, brushing her fingers over the soft petals before laying it on the passenger seat.
She felt a light blush creep up her cheeks and suddenly she wanted nothing more than to be home with him. I wonder what he’s got planned…
She entered his apartment alone for the first time, her shoes clicking against the hardwood floors. She slipped them off and went into the bedroom, and a little breathy gasp escaped her lips. He’d covered his bed with rose petals - a move she was sure was entirely for her benefit - but he also had already attached restraints to the four corners of his bed. Each leather cuff was attached to the bed by nylon rope and Cameron felt her insides twist in anticipation. Next to the bed was a wooden box, and the urge to open it overcame the desire for surprise. She dropped to her knees and reached for the box.
“Uh uh uh.” A voice from the doorway stopped her short and she froze on her knees, her hands poised above the box. “Stand up, please.”
She did immediately, turning around to face him. “You’re…here quickly,” she stammered, tucking her hands behind her back and staring at him with wide eyes.
“Mhmm,” he said, an amused look flitting across his features as he studied her.
“Thank you for the flowers,” she said, finally gathering herself together and stepping forward into his arms. She curled against him, tucking her head under his chin and wrapping her arms around his waist.
“Happy Anniversary,” he said, kissing the top of her head and sliding one arm around her. He let himself be sappy for a moment, just standing in his bedroom with her in his arms. Sometimes he couldn’t believe she wanted him, and other times he just thanked his lucky stars that he’d opened his eyes before he’d blown his shot with her.
“Happy Anniversary,” she murmured back, breath warm against his chest. She brought her lips to his neck, leaving gentle kisses over the soft skin, then kissed her way up the curve of his neck, bringing her lips to his earlobe, pulling it between her lips and nibbling until she heard him inhale sharply.
“This is my show,” he told her, palming her hips and pushing her a few steps back. Nimble fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse and he opened it, dragging it down over her shoulders. Cameron stood still, watching him with dark eyes as he dropped the fabric on the floor and moved his fingers to the clasp of her skirt. It pooled around her feet, and he took her hand, encouraging her to step out.
“Greg,” she breathed, eyes fluttering closed as he brushed his fingers over her cheek, down over her shoulders and down her chest until he was cupping her breasts through the thin lace of her bra. He brushed his thumbs over her lace-covered nipples, listening to her breathing increase, and then leaned in to kiss her.
She kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing her lithe body against his chest, shamelessly grinding against his growing erection. House let her continue for a minute, then dropped his cane so he could reach behind his neck and take each of her little wrists in his hands. He pinned them to her sides and continued kissing her, shuffling her towards the bed.
Wordlessly, he dropped her wrists and pushed her back. She sank gracefully onto the bed, watching him with dark eyes. He pointed at the bed and she smirked, easily laying back amidst the rose petals and stretching out her arms and legs so he could attach the cuffs to her slim ankles and wrists. She whimpered, stretching in her bonds and wiggling against them.
House took the opportunity to tighten the ropes so she really was stretched out in his bed, all creamy skin and black lace. She watched him as he brought the wooden box up to rest on the bed next to her hip. He opened it and began lining up toys on the nightstand, occasionally meeting her heated gaze.
The first thing he laid out was a blindfold, and Cameron had no doubt she’d be wearing it shortly, unable to see what he was going to do to her. The thought sent a tingle down her spine and she squirmed, trying to press her thighs together. He observed her, smirking lightly, and removed a feather from the box, laying it next to the blindfold.
He’d played this game with her before. She watched the items line up on the nightstand with eager anticipation. A butter knife was laid out next to the feather, then a clean mascara wand, and finally a paintbrush. Cameron eyed the items, arousal already pooling in her belly.
“Just to make things more interesting…” House told her offhandedly as he pulled a butterfly vibe out of the box and came over to the bed. He untied the little ribbons on the sides of her panties so he could pull the lace away from her skin before positioning the little toy carefully against her clit. Just the little motion his hand caused had Cameron whimpering. Carefully, he drew the straps around her smooth thighs, buckling them and holding the butterfly firmly against her sensitive skin.
“You doing alright?” he asked, checking the restraints around her wrists and ankles to be sure they weren’t too tight before smoothing her hair away from her face.
Cameron nodded, her breath coming in short, quick pants. Alright didn’t even begin to cover it. “I’m good,” she told him, leaving a kiss on his palm as he moved his hand away.
“Good.” He slid the blindfold down over her eyes, and the room went dark. She felt like the darkness made everything else more intense, and for a minute, all she could hear was the panting of her breath.
“We’re going to play a game now.” Cameron turned her head towards the sound of House’s voice, her lower lip pulled between her teeth in anticipation. “You’re going to guess what’s touching you. For every one you get wrong, you’re going to have an orgasm.”
That…did not sound bad at all to Cameron, and she nodded her consent.
“You remember your safeword?”
Cameron nodded again, “Blue,” she said clearly, though her voice was breathy.
“Good girl.” A cool palm ran down her neck, over her still-clothed breasts and down her trembling stomach. He tapped on the plastic of the butterfly with his pointer finger, sending little jolts up Cameron’s spine.
But the little vibrator didn’t turn on. Instead, she felt his hands slide under her back, pulling away the clasp of her bra so she was finally naked under his gaze. Nothing more happened for several seconds, and then she felt tiny little bristles brushing against her nipples.
“What is it?” he asked, his voice teasing.
“Paintbrush,” she gasped out, arching already.
“Wrong,” he intoned, and she shook her head. Nothing else he had laid out could have felt like that. He laughed, “Did you think that I let you see everything? What sort of a game would that be? This is not the paintbrush.”
Before she’d really even processed his comments, the butterfly between her legs was turned on and buzzing against her already sensitive clit.
“Ahh, Greg,” she gasped, her hands curling around the rope that held her to the bed. The bed dipped as he sat down next to her, and she jerked in her bonds as he pushed the vibe tight against her clit and used his other hand to tease at her center, letting his fingers sink in just an inch before pulling back.
He teased her for a minute longer, enjoying the way her begging went from coherent “pleases” to babbled syllables before sinking his first two fingers all the way into her and curving them just a little, all the while keeping the butterfly pressed tight against her clit. She screamed her orgasm, arching as best she could within her restraints, and then sank back down onto the bed just as House removed his fingers and switched off the vibe.
“Not fair,” she murmured, but it was blatantly obvious she was not displeased.
“Nothing’s ever fair when you’re tied to the bed,” he teased back, wiping a line of sweat from her brow before sitting down on the bed again. “Now. What’s this?”
A cool, smooth object was placed against her stomach and moved down her belly in a curving line. She knew immediately what it was - the smooth side of the butter knife.
“Knife,” she murmured, and the object was removed.
“Good girl,” he said, and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. A little buzzing noise filled the room and suddenly there were spinning…bristles at Cameron’s nipple?
“What? Ohhh…” Cameron’s question turned into a moan as he moved the object over the sensitive point of her nipple, then slid it around her areola.
“What is it?”
“It’s…ohh, please,” she murmured, twisting as she tried to get the feeling back directly on her nipple.
“Allison. What is it?”
“It’s a…” what the hell was it? She tried to run through a list of toys she knew he had, but she couldn’t think of anything.
“Time’s up.” The vibe was back on, and his long fingers were inside of her before she even realized he’d spoken. She was soaked from her previous orgasm and his fingers pushed into her with no resistance.
“Ungh, Greg,” she panted as her orgasm hit her with almost no warning. Seconds later the vibrations had stopped and his fingers were gone.
“Next,” he told her, brushing the tiny bristles of the mascara wand over her nipple.
“Uhhh,” she squirmed, every nerve on fire, “Mascara wand.”
“Mhmmm,” he said, throwing it to the side and picking up the feather. He trailed if over her inner thighs and her body shuddered, her hips rocking to nothing. She didn’t talk, just waited as he trailed it over her leg and up her waist, making her squirm.
“What is it, Allison?”
“Feather,” the word came out in a hiss and she tried to move away from the tickling.
“Good girl,” he told her, smoothing back her hair and kissing her softly, “Now,” and the vibrator clicked back on, “We’re going to see how many times you can come. Once you figure out what this is, I’ll turn it off.”
He picked up the electric toothbrush he’d used on her earlier and placed it back on Cameron’s heaving chest, teasing her nipples.
“Please, Greg, I don’t know, I don’t know if I can take any more,” she begged, writhing under his touch.
House smirked, keeping the head of the toothbrush over her nipple as she thrashed. The butterfly vibe had been a good investment - she could squirm all she wanted, it wasn’t going anywhere until he decided it was.
She babbled his name as she came again, clutching at the ropes holding her cuffs with white knuckled fingers.
“What is it, Allison? Guess,” House encouraged, unzipping his jeans with his free hand to relieve the pressure. God, he was rock hard under the denim…she was so hot.
“I don’t know, I don’t know, oh…ughn, I’m gonna come again.”
“You can pick,” he told her lowly, as she panted out her fourth orgasm, “You know the rules. You want to keep this up until you guess correctly…or do you want me to spank you? Since you’re such a naughty girl who can’t even tell what’s touching her...”
Cameron’s teeth sank into her lower lip as she decided. His fingers pushing the vibe tight against her clit made the decision for her, “Spank me.”
“Ask me nicely,” he requested, dropping the toothbrush and enjoying the way her skin flushed.
“Please spank me,” she begged, “Oh God, Greg, pleasespank me.”
“Since you asked so nicely,” he said agreeably, turning off the butterfly and pulling it away from her dripping center. She breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed as he reached for her ankles and wrists, undoing the clasps. “Roll over, naughty girl,” he told her, and she obeyed, her muscles trembling as she moved.
When she was positioned on her stomach, he pulled her hands and legs apart again, wrapping the leather cuffs around her slim wrists and ankles again. She relaxed in the restraints, letting her head rest on the pillow he provided her.
House reached for a Vicodin, sliding the pill between his lips as he moved painfully around the bed. He wasn’t sure what was to blame more: his leg or his erection that was straining against the fabric of his boxers. He took the opportunity to slip off his jeans the rest of the way, tugging off his socks as well. As he moved, he watched Cameron as she lay on the bed, her body trembling with anticipation.
Six months. He’d had her for six months and the sight of her still drove him insane. They did a good job of keeping it away from work - everyone knew they were together, no one knew just how bad he had it. Not even Cameron knew, if he were honest, and yet…she was always there.
He ran a hand over the smooth skin of her back, making her jump, until his palm rested on the swell of her ass. She mumbled something into the pillow, but he didn’t ask her to repeat it. He rubbed his hand in gentle circles over her ass, waiting for her to relax. As soon as she did, he raised his hand up and brought it down on the white skin, leaving a faint pink mark. She squeaked, but didn’t cry out, so he did it again.
Underneath his palm, she squirmed, anticipating each blow and loving when he surprised her. He slapped her again and again, making her skin pink and loving the way her little gasps turned to pleased moans.
He stopped as suddenly as he’d started, smoothing his palm over the reddened flesh before rising off the bed and removing her ankle restraints. Her wrists followed suit and she went to remove the blindfold.
“Uh uh uh, naughty girl. Leave it,” he told her, placing a guiding hand on her arm to help her kneel up. He sat down on the bed, his back against the headboard and pulled her into his arms. She braced her palms on his shoulders and he helped her straddle his thighs; she was careful of his damaged thigh even with her eyes covered, “There you go,” he encouraged, slipping a hand between them so he could guide himself into her.
As soon as she felt him pressing against her, Cameron sank down into his lap, whimpering as he pushed into her, “Greg,” she murmured, leaning forward to leave kisses wherever her lips touched. Even blindfolded, she found the sensitive spot on his neck, below his earlobe.
“Move now,” he hissed into her ear, and she obeyed, sliding up and down his cock until they had settled into a rhythm. “God, Allison…so good.”
His hands gripped her hips, moving her the way he wanted, and she let him, leaning forward to kiss him when she could. Blind, she just concentrated on tightening her muscles around him until she felt him shudder below her; his sign that he was just about to come.
She sank all the way down on him, squeezing him. House slid his hand between them and pushed on her clit while he raised his other hand and pulled off her blindfold just as she came, shuddering around him and pulling his own orgasm from him.
“Oh, god,” she breathed, eyes locked on his as she gripped at his shoulders, still spasming in his lap, around his cock.
He pushed her hair away from her face, then grabbed the back of her head and pulled her face towards him, kissing her hard. His tongue pushed into her mouth and he held her to him until the need for breath was greater than the need to kiss her.
Still shaking a little, Cameron backed off, sliding off him and sinking to the petal covered comforter, waiting until he’d scooted down to lay next to her before she nestled into his arms, pillowing her head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around her.
“That was…” she tried to think of a synonym for amazing that even began to cover what she felt like, but she couldn’t. Instead, she leaned up to kiss him again, gently this time, before resuming her position in his arms.
“Mmhmm,” he agreed, returning her kiss. His thigh was killing him, but he could wait the five minutes it would take for her to fall asleep to take another Vicodin. He just…didn’t want to ruin the moment.
“Happy Anniversary,” she murmured before letting her unwilling eyes slip shut.
“Happy Anniversary,” he told her, leaning his head over to kiss the top of her head, “I love you.”