Fic: Soundtrack from Secretary Ch. 12
Title: Soundtrack From Secretary
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1939
Summary: Caution, BDSM. Cameron makes House toaster waffles.
Punished
House’s leg wakes him and her rolls over to glare at the clock. Eight thirty-seven a.m. “Perfect,” he grumbles. The one day a week he can sleep in, and it’s shot. He grabs the orange pill bottle from the night stand and pops two as he walks to the bathroom.
He stands under the spray and lets it beat down on him for a long time, until the hot water and narcotics work their magic. Finally he soaps up. He winces as he washes his back, then remembers that Cameron got a little out of hand the night.
As he towels off he checks his back in the mirror. He expects marks, but he’s shocked when he sees the red gouges criss-crossing his back. “She ripped me to shreds…”
He stares into the mirror at what she did to him, getting hotter and harder by the second. He wraps the towel around his waist and hurries to the bedroom.
He has the first wrist cuff buckled on before she wakes up. She doesn’t really rouse until he’s clipping the cuffs to the long black spreader bar. “What’s going on?” she mumbles sleepily.
“You’re being punished. Do you know what you’ve done?”
Cameron shivers with desire so strong her thighs press together of their own accord. She locks her ankles and stretches, testing the strength of her bonds. They’re secure. “No I don’t.”
“That you have no idea is reason enough to punish you all by itself.” He grabs her ankles in turn and presses her knees to her stomach so he can hook her feet behind the bar. Now she is lewdly splayed and immobilized. She grimaces as the bar stretches her muscles, then relaxes so the pull of the bar on her wrist cuffs holds the weight of her legs.
“Do you know what you’ve done yet?” He spanks her neatly presented ass.
“Ow! No.”
He smacks the other cheek. “Now?”
“No, please!”
He spanks her again, two hard slaps and pauses to watch his hand prints redden on her skin. “Please what?”
“Please,” she takes a deep breath. “Please tell me what I did so I won’t do it again.”
He turns and reveals his back to her. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, you don’t get to use them.”
“Oh my god.” Her eyes trace the red scratches that mark his back, and she feels her pussy muscles spontaneously contract. It’s incredibly hot. “Wow…”
“That didn’t sound much like ‘I’m sorry’ to me,” he warns.
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out.
Without warning he pushes two fingers deep into her, and she lets out a satisfied groan. “No, you’re not.” He slides the fingers almost all the way out, the curls them into her, hard. “But you will be.”
He uses his fingers expertly, and within minutes he has her thrashing and moaning, on the edge of orgasm. “Cameron, are you close?”
“So close,” she pants.
“I thought so.” He slides his hand out of her, and stares into her scandalized eyes as he slowly licks his fingers. “Mmm. That’s enough I think.”
“Please?”
He shakes his head as he unhooks her legs from the bar and rubs the soreness from her thighs. “Do you think you deserve more?”
She looks askance, and her tone is completely disappointed. “No.”
“Kneel on the floor.”
House watches as she awkwardly maneuvers off the bed and kneels on the floor before him. She lifts the bar behind her head so the weight can rest on her shoulders. He opens his towel and sits on the edge of the bed.
She doesn’t need to be told what he wants, but she does meet his eyes to be sure she has permission to move. At his slight nod she crawls forward and leans in to slip the head of his cock into her mouth.
It’s much harder than she thought it would be. She has never noticed before how much of her weight is supported by her hands when she does this. Now to raise and lower her head on his shaft she has to bow with her whole body. Within seconds she is flushed and exhausted with the effort of it, but she doesn’t allow herself to slow down. She looks up at him with pleading eyes.
“You need help?”
She nods with his erection in her mouth, and he gathers up her hair into a ponytail and uses it as a handle. His other hand cradles the back of her head, his fingers on the slick spreader bar. He pulls her forward and back, rocking on her knees as he fucks her mouth. When he’s about to come he lets go of her to stroke himself, and she holds her mouth open to catch his warm come on her tongue. Some misses it’s mark, landing on her chin. This he wipes off with his thumb, which she then eagerly licks off.
House leaves her to kneel while he dresses. Next he pulls her to her feet and helps her to dress herself. He chooses a halter top, so as not to interfere with the spreader bar, then helps her step into panties and drawstring pants. He looks her over and is pleased with the effect. He kisses her chastely on the lips and says, “Coffee. I’ll get the paper.”
He walks out first. She turns sideways to make her way out of the bedroom, and walks slowly and carefully to the kitchen.
Making his coffee is a challenge, but it’s totally do-able. House brings in the paper, but never actually looks at it. His eyes can’t help but follow Cameron as she cautiously maneuvers around the kitchen. The spreader bar keeps her arms straight out at shoulder height. To pick up the coffee pot she must bend her knees and drop a few feet. Then she turns and flips on the tap with her left hand, then spins 180 degrees to fill it. She turns again to flip open the top of the coffee maker, spins 180 degrees to pour the water into the machine. When she has the coffee percolating, she pauses and looks to him for further instruction.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
Cameron’s eyes dart to the side and she opens her mouth as she considers her answer. She is hungry, but if she admits it, will he make her cook? It’s awkward enough that she’d rather skip breakfast. Before she can answer, he’s read her mind.
“You’re hungry.”
She sighs. “Yes.”
“What would you like for breakfast?”
She reaches for something she couldn’t possibly make in restraints. “Um, pancakes.” She wouldn’t be able to hold the bowl while she stirred the batter.
“Nice try. You can make Eggo waffles,” he instructs her.
The biggest challenge in preparing the waffles is the twist-tie that seals the bag. House smiles as he watches; she’s so sexy when she’s frustrated.
While the waffles are in the toaster she sets out the butter and syrup. She first tries reaching up into the cabinet for a plate, and finds it impossible. Then she remembers the clean dishes in the dishwasher. These are much easier to reach, and she gives House a triumphant smile as bends to the side for one.
Since she will not be able to feed herself, she serves the waffles on one plate. They are ready just as she pours his coffee. She carefully perches next to him, and House dresses the waffles and cuts them into bites. He extends the fork and she daintily accepts her breakfast from him.
When the food is gone he drains his coffee, then turns and kisses her. When he pulls away she falls forward a bit. He catches her and sits her back up, his hand lingering on her breast longer than is required. She is completely unsubtle in the way she now presses against his hand, and he slides it under the halter top to play with her nipple. She starts to squirm in her seat.
Her top gets in his way; he removes it. Now he is trailing his fingers over both breasts, kissing her earlobe, her neck. There is a rattling sound as she strains against the spreader bar, trying unsuccessfully to touch him.
His hands fall to undo her drawstring, and he pulls her to her feet so she can slip out of her clothes. He poses her before him, arms spread by the bar and legs spread so he can reach between her thighs and massage her clit. She loves the way he’s making her feel: dirty. Naughty.
She squeezes her muscles around his fingers, silently begging for more. He kisses her, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he roughly forces three fingers into her tight cunt. She moans into his mouth. House quickly brings her to the brink, but once again stops his hand before she can come.
This time she tips her head back and growls in frustration. He feels her rhythmicly squeezing his motionless fingers. Trying to come with out his help. He slides out of her and stands up. He leaves the room, and she can do nothing but follow.
She watches as he strips and lies on his back, propped on pillows. She awkwardly crawls onto the bed. Cameron straddles him, rubs herself against him. He doesn’t help her, just smiles at her frustration as she tries to angle herself to get his hard cock inside her. The superficial contact is an agonizing torment until she’s able to impale herself on his erection.
House watches her fucking him. She towers above him, balanced with her arms still stretched at shoulder height. Her breasts shake tantalizingly as she rocks herself onto him, hard and fast, desperate to come.
“Cameron, make sure you stop before you come.”
She shakes her head and fucks him harder. “No.”
House reaches up with both hands and pinches her nipples. “What?”
“Ohhhh god…” He twists them harder. “Unghhh.” She stops moving completely, his cock buried deep inside her. After a few moments he releases her nipples, and she starts to move above him again.
She fucks him as hard and fast as she can, until her skin is glistening with exertion and she’s panting. Once again she can feel her orgasm building deep inside her belly. “Please, may I come?”
“Not yet.”
She freezes. She takes a moment to relax, to let her heavy breathing slow down. She watches him watching her and smiles. She’s pleasing him, and it’s what she craves most of all.
When she starts to move again it’s slower, more controlled. It’s not what would get her off fastest now-her goal is to make him need to come, and maybe he’ll let her join him. She slides up slowly, using her body to squeeze him tight. Each stroke is ripping an involuntary groan from him. She increases her pace, building up to and reaching the fastest and hardest she can fuck him. Her thighs are shaking, if he says no this time she’ll have to disobey him. “Please, please may I come?”
“Fuck yes,” he groans as he shoots his thick come into her, dragging her over the edge. She keeps moving, slowing as he shrinks inside her. She rises up to kneel tall over him, and pulls the bar over her head. She can’t hold it up anymore, and sags to a heap on the bed.
House unclips her wrists from the bar and pulls her sweaty, exhausted form against his. He kisses her forehead and closes his eyes; sleeps the weekend away like he had wanted to.
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1939
Summary: Caution, BDSM. Cameron makes House toaster waffles.
Punished
House’s leg wakes him and her rolls over to glare at the clock. Eight thirty-seven a.m. “Perfect,” he grumbles. The one day a week he can sleep in, and it’s shot. He grabs the orange pill bottle from the night stand and pops two as he walks to the bathroom.
He stands under the spray and lets it beat down on him for a long time, until the hot water and narcotics work their magic. Finally he soaps up. He winces as he washes his back, then remembers that Cameron got a little out of hand the night.
As he towels off he checks his back in the mirror. He expects marks, but he’s shocked when he sees the red gouges criss-crossing his back. “She ripped me to shreds…”
He stares into the mirror at what she did to him, getting hotter and harder by the second. He wraps the towel around his waist and hurries to the bedroom.
He has the first wrist cuff buckled on before she wakes up. She doesn’t really rouse until he’s clipping the cuffs to the long black spreader bar. “What’s going on?” she mumbles sleepily.
“You’re being punished. Do you know what you’ve done?”
Cameron shivers with desire so strong her thighs press together of their own accord. She locks her ankles and stretches, testing the strength of her bonds. They’re secure. “No I don’t.”
“That you have no idea is reason enough to punish you all by itself.” He grabs her ankles in turn and presses her knees to her stomach so he can hook her feet behind the bar. Now she is lewdly splayed and immobilized. She grimaces as the bar stretches her muscles, then relaxes so the pull of the bar on her wrist cuffs holds the weight of her legs.
“Do you know what you’ve done yet?” He spanks her neatly presented ass.
“Ow! No.”
He smacks the other cheek. “Now?”
“No, please!”
He spanks her again, two hard slaps and pauses to watch his hand prints redden on her skin. “Please what?”
“Please,” she takes a deep breath. “Please tell me what I did so I won’t do it again.”
He turns and reveals his back to her. “If you can’t keep your hands to yourself, you don’t get to use them.”
“Oh my god.” Her eyes trace the red scratches that mark his back, and she feels her pussy muscles spontaneously contract. It’s incredibly hot. “Wow…”
“That didn’t sound much like ‘I’m sorry’ to me,” he warns.
“I’m sorry,” she blurts out.
Without warning he pushes two fingers deep into her, and she lets out a satisfied groan. “No, you’re not.” He slides the fingers almost all the way out, the curls them into her, hard. “But you will be.”
He uses his fingers expertly, and within minutes he has her thrashing and moaning, on the edge of orgasm. “Cameron, are you close?”
“So close,” she pants.
“I thought so.” He slides his hand out of her, and stares into her scandalized eyes as he slowly licks his fingers. “Mmm. That’s enough I think.”
“Please?”
He shakes his head as he unhooks her legs from the bar and rubs the soreness from her thighs. “Do you think you deserve more?”
She looks askance, and her tone is completely disappointed. “No.”
“Kneel on the floor.”
House watches as she awkwardly maneuvers off the bed and kneels on the floor before him. She lifts the bar behind her head so the weight can rest on her shoulders. He opens his towel and sits on the edge of the bed.
She doesn’t need to be told what he wants, but she does meet his eyes to be sure she has permission to move. At his slight nod she crawls forward and leans in to slip the head of his cock into her mouth.
It’s much harder than she thought it would be. She has never noticed before how much of her weight is supported by her hands when she does this. Now to raise and lower her head on his shaft she has to bow with her whole body. Within seconds she is flushed and exhausted with the effort of it, but she doesn’t allow herself to slow down. She looks up at him with pleading eyes.
“You need help?”
She nods with his erection in her mouth, and he gathers up her hair into a ponytail and uses it as a handle. His other hand cradles the back of her head, his fingers on the slick spreader bar. He pulls her forward and back, rocking on her knees as he fucks her mouth. When he’s about to come he lets go of her to stroke himself, and she holds her mouth open to catch his warm come on her tongue. Some misses it’s mark, landing on her chin. This he wipes off with his thumb, which she then eagerly licks off.
House leaves her to kneel while he dresses. Next he pulls her to her feet and helps her to dress herself. He chooses a halter top, so as not to interfere with the spreader bar, then helps her step into panties and drawstring pants. He looks her over and is pleased with the effect. He kisses her chastely on the lips and says, “Coffee. I’ll get the paper.”
He walks out first. She turns sideways to make her way out of the bedroom, and walks slowly and carefully to the kitchen.
Making his coffee is a challenge, but it’s totally do-able. House brings in the paper, but never actually looks at it. His eyes can’t help but follow Cameron as she cautiously maneuvers around the kitchen. The spreader bar keeps her arms straight out at shoulder height. To pick up the coffee pot she must bend her knees and drop a few feet. Then she turns and flips on the tap with her left hand, then spins 180 degrees to fill it. She turns again to flip open the top of the coffee maker, spins 180 degrees to pour the water into the machine. When she has the coffee percolating, she pauses and looks to him for further instruction.
“Are you hungry?” he asks.
Cameron’s eyes dart to the side and she opens her mouth as she considers her answer. She is hungry, but if she admits it, will he make her cook? It’s awkward enough that she’d rather skip breakfast. Before she can answer, he’s read her mind.
“You’re hungry.”
She sighs. “Yes.”
“What would you like for breakfast?”
She reaches for something she couldn’t possibly make in restraints. “Um, pancakes.” She wouldn’t be able to hold the bowl while she stirred the batter.
“Nice try. You can make Eggo waffles,” he instructs her.
The biggest challenge in preparing the waffles is the twist-tie that seals the bag. House smiles as he watches; she’s so sexy when she’s frustrated.
While the waffles are in the toaster she sets out the butter and syrup. She first tries reaching up into the cabinet for a plate, and finds it impossible. Then she remembers the clean dishes in the dishwasher. These are much easier to reach, and she gives House a triumphant smile as bends to the side for one.
Since she will not be able to feed herself, she serves the waffles on one plate. They are ready just as she pours his coffee. She carefully perches next to him, and House dresses the waffles and cuts them into bites. He extends the fork and she daintily accepts her breakfast from him.
When the food is gone he drains his coffee, then turns and kisses her. When he pulls away she falls forward a bit. He catches her and sits her back up, his hand lingering on her breast longer than is required. She is completely unsubtle in the way she now presses against his hand, and he slides it under the halter top to play with her nipple. She starts to squirm in her seat.
Her top gets in his way; he removes it. Now he is trailing his fingers over both breasts, kissing her earlobe, her neck. There is a rattling sound as she strains against the spreader bar, trying unsuccessfully to touch him.
His hands fall to undo her drawstring, and he pulls her to her feet so she can slip out of her clothes. He poses her before him, arms spread by the bar and legs spread so he can reach between her thighs and massage her clit. She loves the way he’s making her feel: dirty. Naughty.
She squeezes her muscles around his fingers, silently begging for more. He kisses her, pushing his tongue into her mouth as he roughly forces three fingers into her tight cunt. She moans into his mouth. House quickly brings her to the brink, but once again stops his hand before she can come.
This time she tips her head back and growls in frustration. He feels her rhythmicly squeezing his motionless fingers. Trying to come with out his help. He slides out of her and stands up. He leaves the room, and she can do nothing but follow.
She watches as he strips and lies on his back, propped on pillows. She awkwardly crawls onto the bed. Cameron straddles him, rubs herself against him. He doesn’t help her, just smiles at her frustration as she tries to angle herself to get his hard cock inside her. The superficial contact is an agonizing torment until she’s able to impale herself on his erection.
House watches her fucking him. She towers above him, balanced with her arms still stretched at shoulder height. Her breasts shake tantalizingly as she rocks herself onto him, hard and fast, desperate to come.
“Cameron, make sure you stop before you come.”
She shakes her head and fucks him harder. “No.”
House reaches up with both hands and pinches her nipples. “What?”
“Ohhhh god…” He twists them harder. “Unghhh.” She stops moving completely, his cock buried deep inside her. After a few moments he releases her nipples, and she starts to move above him again.
She fucks him as hard and fast as she can, until her skin is glistening with exertion and she’s panting. Once again she can feel her orgasm building deep inside her belly. “Please, may I come?”
“Not yet.”
She freezes. She takes a moment to relax, to let her heavy breathing slow down. She watches him watching her and smiles. She’s pleasing him, and it’s what she craves most of all.
When she starts to move again it’s slower, more controlled. It’s not what would get her off fastest now-her goal is to make him need to come, and maybe he’ll let her join him. She slides up slowly, using her body to squeeze him tight. Each stroke is ripping an involuntary groan from him. She increases her pace, building up to and reaching the fastest and hardest she can fuck him. Her thighs are shaking, if he says no this time she’ll have to disobey him. “Please, please may I come?”
“Fuck yes,” he groans as he shoots his thick come into her, dragging her over the edge. She keeps moving, slowing as he shrinks inside her. She rises up to kneel tall over him, and pulls the bar over her head. She can’t hold it up anymore, and sags to a heap on the bed.
House unclips her wrists from the bar and pulls her sweaty, exhausted form against his. He kisses her forehead and closes his eyes; sleeps the weekend away like he had wanted to.