Fic: Soundtrack From Secretary Ch. 10
Title: Soundtrack From Secretary
Author: dragynflies and houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1402
Summary: Caution, this series contains elements of bdsm.
Be Right Back
Cameron is shaky and flushed as she walks past House into his apartment.
She has had the butterfly on under her clothes at work all day long-a day of slow torment compounded by his proximity on the car ride over. She could barely sit still in the passenger seat, and walking inside was a struggle.
As she passes under the arm he uses to hold the door, he whispers, “Bedroom,” then follows her there. He settles onto a chair where he has a good view of the bed. “Strip.”
She shivers at the word, then does as she’s told. A pile grows at his feet: heels, vest, blouse, skirt, bra, stockings, and panties. She reaches for the straps of the vibe, but he stops her. “Lie on your back.”
She turns and walks to the bed, almost hesitant because her steps are taking her further from him. She lies down, spread-eagled, and waits. After a moment House stands and slowly walks around the bed, buckling leather restraints around her wrists and ankles. She watches his every move in silent anticipation as he smirks and turns the butterfly vibe on low, pressing it closer against her with two fingers.
“I’m gonna make a sandwich, do you want a sandwich?”
“What? No!”
“Okay, wait here.”
Cameron watches in nearly stunned silence as he leaves the room. The barely buzzing vibrator between her legs distracts her a little, but she can hear him moving around in the kitchen. He really is making a sandwich…
House comes back into the room, carrying a sandwich on a plate in one hand while the fingers of his other hand curl around his cane. He makes eye contact with her as he settles back down in the chair, taking a bite of his dinner and pulling the remote control for the butterfly vibe out of his pocket.
"Did you read that last article in JAMA?" he asks conversationally, setting his sandwich on the plate and twirling the remote in his fingers, "72% of those participants showed recovery within two weeks."
Cameron glares at him, twisting her wrist in the cuff. She's not going to get loose, but she can't help but want to try to get her hand free and between her legs. The ache between her legs is growing, but the teasing of the vibrator is not nearly enough to push her over the edge.
"I didn't think their sample size was sufficient, really," House continues, ignoring her squirming and pleading looks, "And their control group didn't even receive placebos. JAMA's publishing shit lately. How's your article coming?"
"Like you even want to…read it," Cameron pants, trying now unsuccessfully to press her thighs together.
"Eventually," he counters, and presses a button on the remote. Between her legs, the vibrator speeds up and Cameron groans her desperation. House settles back to finish his sandwich, dropping the conversation and watching her body start to shine with sweat as she twists on the bed. He watches until it’s clear she’s close, then turns it off.
She groans in frustration and jerks her head up to glare at him. House is nonchalant as he sets the empty plate on his dresser and crosses to sit beside her on the bed. “You look frustrated.”
She squirms. “Yes.”
House bends down to kiss her, sliding his tongue against hers. He pinches her nipple, than slides his hand lower. She bucks her hips as he again presses on the butterfly, grinding it against her clit. After a few moments of passionate kissing, he pulls his hand away, making her groan into his mouth.
House reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out a blindfold. He fastens it securely over her eyes, and sets the vibe to medium. “Cameron, I’ll be right back.”
She feels the shift in the mattress as he rises. “What?” He doesn’t answer her, but walks to the bedroom door, opens it, then shuts it with himself still inside. I can’t believe he left… Then the vibe flips to high and all thought is temporarily impossible.
During this diversion, House stealthily reaches the chair and settles in to watch. She doesn’t have much range of motion. She tries and fails to press her thighs together; rocks her hips, miming fucking. He enjoys the sights and sounds of her: writhing, panting, moaning. She comes loudly, “Oh god House, oh my god,” clearly trying to be heard in the next room.
House flips the vibrator off-his fears that this will give away his position are allayed by the volume of her cries. He gives her a few minutes to recover. Over time the rise and fall of her chest returns to normal, and he can see she’s becoming concerned about his absence. He turns on the vibe at low, and smirks when she groans, “Oh, House.” It’s low enough that she can’t have expected him to hear outside the bedroom, and he’s pleased at the thought she says his name even when she thinks he can’t hear it. He brings the control up to full over the course of half a minute.
Cameron is writhing on the bed now, her little hands fisted as she bucks her hips. House is not sure if she's trying to get away from the vibrations or get closer, but either way is really okay with him. Her lower lip is pulled between her teeth and her hair is in wild disarray from all her thrashing.
She's coming again, screaming his name and arching off the bed, frantically. “House please,” she yells.
He turns the butterfly to its lowest setting, and steals quietly to the door, which he opens and closes. “Please?”
“Please fuck me, please please please anything but just fuck me.”
He walks to the bed, and she can feel it shift as he sits beside her. With his thumb he presses the butterfly hard against her clit, as he turns it up and shoves two fingers into her. “Like this?”
“No,” she gasps.
“No?”
“No, please, I want you.” She wriggles her hips away from him. “I want you to fuck me.”
He turns off the vibe and unclasps it, tossing it aside on the bed. She writhes, arching toward him, panting heavily.
“House, please,” she begs, tugging at her wrist restraints when he doesn’t move fast enough. She can’t see his urgency through the blindfold, so he pulls off his clothes as fast as possible. She is visibly calmed when she feels him move onto the bed.
Her entire body glows pink and damp. He slides his hands slowly up her inner thighs. “Tease,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
“Hmm?” he asks as he pinches hard on her right nipple.
“Please, I said please!”
He laughs and twists, pinching a bit harder and making her squirm. “No you didn’t.”
“Well I’m saying it now!”
Without further delay, he pushes hard into her and is rewarded with her relieved sigh. She is impossibly wet: dripping. House has been anticipating this all day, which means he’s already close. He fucks her slow and deep, as he bends to swirl his tongue around her nipple. He kisses his way up her neck, then kisses her passionately. She moans his name into his mouth, in that way that tells him she’s almost there. He breaks the kiss and whispers in her ear, “I’m going to come the second you do,” then sucks her earlobe between his lips.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes. “So good…House!” Her climax hits her so hard she whimpers and tenses every muscle. He grasps her hips and manages a few more thrusts before coming hard, deep inside her, and collapsing against her limp frame.
He reaches up and unfastens her wrists first, then takes a moment to rub the sore muscles of her arms. He repeats this treatment on her legs. She is too tired to get up; she rolls onto her side to rest as he pulls the blanket over her. Only when he has slipped under the covers beside her and pulled her close does he gently remove her blindfold. She sighs happily and rubs her face against his chest.
He strokes her hair idly as he waits for her to fall asleep in his arms. She murmurs sleepily, “I think you were there all along.”
He waits a moment to answer, until he thinks she’s asleep. “How could I leave you?”
Author: dragynflies and houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1402
Summary: Caution, this series contains elements of bdsm.
Be Right Back
Cameron is shaky and flushed as she walks past House into his apartment.
She has had the butterfly on under her clothes at work all day long-a day of slow torment compounded by his proximity on the car ride over. She could barely sit still in the passenger seat, and walking inside was a struggle.
As she passes under the arm he uses to hold the door, he whispers, “Bedroom,” then follows her there. He settles onto a chair where he has a good view of the bed. “Strip.”
She shivers at the word, then does as she’s told. A pile grows at his feet: heels, vest, blouse, skirt, bra, stockings, and panties. She reaches for the straps of the vibe, but he stops her. “Lie on your back.”
She turns and walks to the bed, almost hesitant because her steps are taking her further from him. She lies down, spread-eagled, and waits. After a moment House stands and slowly walks around the bed, buckling leather restraints around her wrists and ankles. She watches his every move in silent anticipation as he smirks and turns the butterfly vibe on low, pressing it closer against her with two fingers.
“I’m gonna make a sandwich, do you want a sandwich?”
“What? No!”
“Okay, wait here.”
Cameron watches in nearly stunned silence as he leaves the room. The barely buzzing vibrator between her legs distracts her a little, but she can hear him moving around in the kitchen. He really is making a sandwich…
House comes back into the room, carrying a sandwich on a plate in one hand while the fingers of his other hand curl around his cane. He makes eye contact with her as he settles back down in the chair, taking a bite of his dinner and pulling the remote control for the butterfly vibe out of his pocket.
"Did you read that last article in JAMA?" he asks conversationally, setting his sandwich on the plate and twirling the remote in his fingers, "72% of those participants showed recovery within two weeks."
Cameron glares at him, twisting her wrist in the cuff. She's not going to get loose, but she can't help but want to try to get her hand free and between her legs. The ache between her legs is growing, but the teasing of the vibrator is not nearly enough to push her over the edge.
"I didn't think their sample size was sufficient, really," House continues, ignoring her squirming and pleading looks, "And their control group didn't even receive placebos. JAMA's publishing shit lately. How's your article coming?"
"Like you even want to…read it," Cameron pants, trying now unsuccessfully to press her thighs together.
"Eventually," he counters, and presses a button on the remote. Between her legs, the vibrator speeds up and Cameron groans her desperation. House settles back to finish his sandwich, dropping the conversation and watching her body start to shine with sweat as she twists on the bed. He watches until it’s clear she’s close, then turns it off.
She groans in frustration and jerks her head up to glare at him. House is nonchalant as he sets the empty plate on his dresser and crosses to sit beside her on the bed. “You look frustrated.”
She squirms. “Yes.”
House bends down to kiss her, sliding his tongue against hers. He pinches her nipple, than slides his hand lower. She bucks her hips as he again presses on the butterfly, grinding it against her clit. After a few moments of passionate kissing, he pulls his hand away, making her groan into his mouth.
House reaches into the bedside drawer and pulls out a blindfold. He fastens it securely over her eyes, and sets the vibe to medium. “Cameron, I’ll be right back.”
She feels the shift in the mattress as he rises. “What?” He doesn’t answer her, but walks to the bedroom door, opens it, then shuts it with himself still inside. I can’t believe he left… Then the vibe flips to high and all thought is temporarily impossible.
During this diversion, House stealthily reaches the chair and settles in to watch. She doesn’t have much range of motion. She tries and fails to press her thighs together; rocks her hips, miming fucking. He enjoys the sights and sounds of her: writhing, panting, moaning. She comes loudly, “Oh god House, oh my god,” clearly trying to be heard in the next room.
House flips the vibrator off-his fears that this will give away his position are allayed by the volume of her cries. He gives her a few minutes to recover. Over time the rise and fall of her chest returns to normal, and he can see she’s becoming concerned about his absence. He turns on the vibe at low, and smirks when she groans, “Oh, House.” It’s low enough that she can’t have expected him to hear outside the bedroom, and he’s pleased at the thought she says his name even when she thinks he can’t hear it. He brings the control up to full over the course of half a minute.
Cameron is writhing on the bed now, her little hands fisted as she bucks her hips. House is not sure if she's trying to get away from the vibrations or get closer, but either way is really okay with him. Her lower lip is pulled between her teeth and her hair is in wild disarray from all her thrashing.
She's coming again, screaming his name and arching off the bed, frantically. “House please,” she yells.
He turns the butterfly to its lowest setting, and steals quietly to the door, which he opens and closes. “Please?”
“Please fuck me, please please please anything but just fuck me.”
He walks to the bed, and she can feel it shift as he sits beside her. With his thumb he presses the butterfly hard against her clit, as he turns it up and shoves two fingers into her. “Like this?”
“No,” she gasps.
“No?”
“No, please, I want you.” She wriggles her hips away from him. “I want you to fuck me.”
He turns off the vibe and unclasps it, tossing it aside on the bed. She writhes, arching toward him, panting heavily.
“House, please,” she begs, tugging at her wrist restraints when he doesn’t move fast enough. She can’t see his urgency through the blindfold, so he pulls off his clothes as fast as possible. She is visibly calmed when she feels him move onto the bed.
Her entire body glows pink and damp. He slides his hands slowly up her inner thighs. “Tease,” she hisses through clenched teeth.
“Hmm?” he asks as he pinches hard on her right nipple.
“Please, I said please!”
He laughs and twists, pinching a bit harder and making her squirm. “No you didn’t.”
“Well I’m saying it now!”
Without further delay, he pushes hard into her and is rewarded with her relieved sigh. She is impossibly wet: dripping. House has been anticipating this all day, which means he’s already close. He fucks her slow and deep, as he bends to swirl his tongue around her nipple. He kisses his way up her neck, then kisses her passionately. She moans his name into his mouth, in that way that tells him she’s almost there. He breaks the kiss and whispers in her ear, “I’m going to come the second you do,” then sucks her earlobe between his lips.
“Oh fuck,” she breathes. “So good…House!” Her climax hits her so hard she whimpers and tenses every muscle. He grasps her hips and manages a few more thrusts before coming hard, deep inside her, and collapsing against her limp frame.
He reaches up and unfastens her wrists first, then takes a moment to rub the sore muscles of her arms. He repeats this treatment on her legs. She is too tired to get up; she rolls onto her side to rest as he pulls the blanket over her. Only when he has slipped under the covers beside her and pulled her close does he gently remove her blindfold. She sighs happily and rubs her face against his chest.
He strokes her hair idly as he waits for her to fall asleep in his arms. She murmurs sleepily, “I think you were there all along.”
He waits a moment to answer, until he thinks she’s asleep. “How could I leave you?”