Soundtrack From Secretary ch. 16
Title: Soundtrack From Secretary
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1542
Summary: Caution, this series contains elements of bdsm. For dragynflies-I love you.
Valentine
Cameron carefully angles herself in the chair so House won’t be able to see her laptop screen from the couch. Despite this precaution and the fact that his eyes are glued to the television screen, she has a journal article ready to switch to if he should look over. She can feel her panties getting damp as she looks at site after site, captivated.
“I can’t believe you’re looking at porn without me.”
Cameron’s heart jumped into her throat as she quickly switches windows and blurts, “I am not looking at porn.”
He hasn’t even glanced her way. “You never sit like that, you’re breathing different, and you almost had a heart attack when I said porn. It’s porn.”
She doesn’t reply, but resumes her online shopping; he clearly can’t see if he thinks she’s looking at porn.
Picking a valentine’s gift poses difficulties. She can’t get nothing, because what if he gets her something? Similarly problematic would be getting him something that he finds ridiculous, or horrifyingly romantic, or too grand in case he gets her nothing at all. After some browsing she decided against kinky lingerie--it’s really not her thing to put on a special outfit for him to take off after five minutes. But the other things at the site…
Cameron had looked at every page of several online bdsm stores, and she wants to give most of it a try. After indulging her imagination for a while she tells herself to focus and choose something valentines day.
She rules out a paddle that would leave a heart-shaped imprint. Too cutesy, too single purpose. Red wax-play candles? No, he might think they were ordinary old candles and burn them. A rose shaped tickler made of red feathers makes her pause, but it’s too soft for her. If House plays with a rose she wants to feel thorns.
When she sees the perfect gift she lets out and unconscious little moan, and he notices. He catches her eyes and she guiltily opens her mouth to make an excuse, but then blushes furiously and turns her attention back to the screen to place her order.
She has only just finished when he turns off the TV and drops the remote. “Show me your porn.”
Cameron deletes the history and closes the laptop. “It wasn’t porn.”
A smile plays at his lips, and the tone of his voice drops. “Show me what you were looking at, now.”
She swallows. “No.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Cameron rises to her feet and sets the laptop on her chair. She watches House watching her as her clothing slips piece by piece to the floor; it makes her feel his.
“Show me what you were looking at.”
She silently shakes her head.
“Come here.”
Cameron approaches, and he pulls her to kneel straddling his left leg. She can feel his erection pressed against her knee. His hand slips between her thighs and he sinks a finger into her slippery pussy, making her gasp.
“You’re wet. You must have been looking at something,” he accuses.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what it was.”
“No.”
He pulls his finger from her, causing her to pout. “Kneel on the coffee table,” he directs her. She complies. “Rub your clit with your right hand.”
At first a puzzled expression: she’s on all fours and isn’t sure how he means for her to accomplish this. She rests her head on the coffee table so she can reach under to touch herself for him. Being on display for him, following his directions-he turns her on completely.
Then he starts to spank. Cameron’s hand falls for the first few strokes until he snaps, “I told you to rub your clit,” and she resumes. “Make yourself come.”
His hand is falling all over her ass and upper thighs. It’s delicious, but it makes it almost impossible to focus on her task. Minutes tick by. Though he’s hitting her no harder it starts to feel more intense as his hand lands on spots already pink and sensitive. “Cameron, come,” he orders, and it tips her over the edge. Her cunt is still contracting when he forces his cock hard into her and grips her hips.
He fucks her roughly, making her face press tightly against the smooth surface of the table.
“Cameron touch yourself-don’t stop.”
She moans as slides her fingertips over her clit. She feels him coming inside her, and thinks about how hot it will be to do this all over again once he has his valentine.
oOoOo
Thursday morning Cameron has styled her hair in loose waves. She stands in front of the mirror, nude, applying her makeup when House walks through the open door for his shower.
He kisses her shoulder, then mumbles, “Good morning,” into her neck as she watches in the mirror.
She leans back, bringing her bare skin into contact with his chest. Then she picks up his gift and turns to hand it to him: a coil of red silk rope.
“What’s this?”
Cameron meets his eyes and presses her lips together; the less said the better. Then a glimmer of understanding passes over his expression, and he shakes out the cord and finds it’s center. We wraps it behind her neck, twists here tucks there; within two minutes she is neatly knotted into a snug shibari harness, with a knot pressing over her clit.
He turns her to face the mirror, and runs his hands roughly over her breasts and the silk rope. He kisses her ear, pulling at her lobe with his teeth, then whispers, “Very sexy, thank you. Now get dressed for work.”
oOoOo
By the time they get home, Cameron is reeling. Every step, every movement all day she has felt the rope on her skin as if it was House’s hands. She couldn’t be more sexually charged. She walks straight to the bed, discarding her clothes on her way, and flops down against the pillows. She pulls the cord tighter over her stomach so it will be looser between her legs, and strokes her throbbing clit.
This is how he finds her.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Cameron moans, but doesn’t stop. “I had too.”
“Bend your knees and hold your ankles.” He grabs a handful of her bonds over her abdomen, and drags her a few feet closer to the end of the bed, as she lets out a pleased moan. Then he steps out of her sight, and she can hear him rifling through a drawer.
She squirms. “What are you doing?”
“Quiet.” He’s found what he’s looking for, but he starts with a blindfold. As he slides it on he says, “I got you something too.” He reaches down to plug in the shiny new hitachi.
Just as he is about to lower it to her clit she asks, “What is it?” Half a second later he answers by flicking the switch on, and she bucks wildly, losing her grip on her ankles. He flicks it off.
“Hold your ankles,” he orders. She loves that tone, being commanded by him. The second she resumes her pose, the vibe is back on.
It’s intensely strong, and she comes almost instantly. Quickly it’s too much and she struggles to distance herself from the powerful vibrations.
“Hold. Still.”
She moans in protest, but holds as still as she can. He flicks the switch to high and she bucks again, but quickly grabs her ankles. She comes again and again, harder and faster than she ever has, than she thought she could.
“Please…can we stop for a second?”
He flicks it to off long enough for her to take a deep shaky breath, then says, “No…” and turns it back on.
He doesn’t let up. She shakes and writhes under the vibe; she can’t hold her ankles any more. The pleasure is so intense she forgets to breathe for long stretches, until she starts to see spots. Her thighs are quaking, sweat rising on her skin.
He turns it off and lays it next to her thigh. As he strips off his clothes the only sound in the room is her breathing, loud and ragged with exhaustion.
“House…that was amazing,” she pants.
He snorts. “You say that like you’re done.”
“I am. I’m done.”
House grabs her by her creamy white hips and drags her to the edge of the bed. She is extremely tight from her orgasms; she feels amazing as he slowly slides into her. One hand grips a handful of red silk cord, while the other holds the hitachi. He turns it on.
She starts coming the second it’s on and doesn’t stop. He’s never felt anything like it, the rhythmic way her body is squeezing his. Within minutes he comes, so strongly he has to turn the vibrator off; it’s too good to stand.
Cameron rolls over, squeezing her thighs together. House unties the single knot behind her, making the silk go slack and slip loose from her body as she rocks from side to side. He lies behind her, running his fingers over her skin, rubbing the pink spots where the rope was tight during her long day. He kisses her shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
Author: houseketeer
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: Adult
Word Count: 1542
Summary: Caution, this series contains elements of bdsm. For dragynflies-I love you.
Valentine
Cameron carefully angles herself in the chair so House won’t be able to see her laptop screen from the couch. Despite this precaution and the fact that his eyes are glued to the television screen, she has a journal article ready to switch to if he should look over. She can feel her panties getting damp as she looks at site after site, captivated.
“I can’t believe you’re looking at porn without me.”
Cameron’s heart jumped into her throat as she quickly switches windows and blurts, “I am not looking at porn.”
He hasn’t even glanced her way. “You never sit like that, you’re breathing different, and you almost had a heart attack when I said porn. It’s porn.”
She doesn’t reply, but resumes her online shopping; he clearly can’t see if he thinks she’s looking at porn.
Picking a valentine’s gift poses difficulties. She can’t get nothing, because what if he gets her something? Similarly problematic would be getting him something that he finds ridiculous, or horrifyingly romantic, or too grand in case he gets her nothing at all. After some browsing she decided against kinky lingerie--it’s really not her thing to put on a special outfit for him to take off after five minutes. But the other things at the site…
Cameron had looked at every page of several online bdsm stores, and she wants to give most of it a try. After indulging her imagination for a while she tells herself to focus and choose something valentines day.
She rules out a paddle that would leave a heart-shaped imprint. Too cutesy, too single purpose. Red wax-play candles? No, he might think they were ordinary old candles and burn them. A rose shaped tickler made of red feathers makes her pause, but it’s too soft for her. If House plays with a rose she wants to feel thorns.
When she sees the perfect gift she lets out and unconscious little moan, and he notices. He catches her eyes and she guiltily opens her mouth to make an excuse, but then blushes furiously and turns her attention back to the screen to place her order.
She has only just finished when he turns off the TV and drops the remote. “Show me your porn.”
Cameron deletes the history and closes the laptop. “It wasn’t porn.”
A smile plays at his lips, and the tone of his voice drops. “Show me what you were looking at, now.”
She swallows. “No.”
“Take off your clothes.”
Cameron rises to her feet and sets the laptop on her chair. She watches House watching her as her clothing slips piece by piece to the floor; it makes her feel his.
“Show me what you were looking at.”
She silently shakes her head.
“Come here.”
Cameron approaches, and he pulls her to kneel straddling his left leg. She can feel his erection pressed against her knee. His hand slips between her thighs and he sinks a finger into her slippery pussy, making her gasp.
“You’re wet. You must have been looking at something,” he accuses.
“Yes.”
“Tell me what it was.”
“No.”
He pulls his finger from her, causing her to pout. “Kneel on the coffee table,” he directs her. She complies. “Rub your clit with your right hand.”
At first a puzzled expression: she’s on all fours and isn’t sure how he means for her to accomplish this. She rests her head on the coffee table so she can reach under to touch herself for him. Being on display for him, following his directions-he turns her on completely.
Then he starts to spank. Cameron’s hand falls for the first few strokes until he snaps, “I told you to rub your clit,” and she resumes. “Make yourself come.”
His hand is falling all over her ass and upper thighs. It’s delicious, but it makes it almost impossible to focus on her task. Minutes tick by. Though he’s hitting her no harder it starts to feel more intense as his hand lands on spots already pink and sensitive. “Cameron, come,” he orders, and it tips her over the edge. Her cunt is still contracting when he forces his cock hard into her and grips her hips.
He fucks her roughly, making her face press tightly against the smooth surface of the table.
“Cameron touch yourself-don’t stop.”
She moans as slides her fingertips over her clit. She feels him coming inside her, and thinks about how hot it will be to do this all over again once he has his valentine.
oOoOo
Thursday morning Cameron has styled her hair in loose waves. She stands in front of the mirror, nude, applying her makeup when House walks through the open door for his shower.
He kisses her shoulder, then mumbles, “Good morning,” into her neck as she watches in the mirror.
She leans back, bringing her bare skin into contact with his chest. Then she picks up his gift and turns to hand it to him: a coil of red silk rope.
“What’s this?”
Cameron meets his eyes and presses her lips together; the less said the better. Then a glimmer of understanding passes over his expression, and he shakes out the cord and finds it’s center. We wraps it behind her neck, twists here tucks there; within two minutes she is neatly knotted into a snug shibari harness, with a knot pressing over her clit.
He turns her to face the mirror, and runs his hands roughly over her breasts and the silk rope. He kisses her ear, pulling at her lobe with his teeth, then whispers, “Very sexy, thank you. Now get dressed for work.”
oOoOo
By the time they get home, Cameron is reeling. Every step, every movement all day she has felt the rope on her skin as if it was House’s hands. She couldn’t be more sexually charged. She walks straight to the bed, discarding her clothes on her way, and flops down against the pillows. She pulls the cord tighter over her stomach so it will be looser between her legs, and strokes her throbbing clit.
This is how he finds her.
“What do you think you’re doing?”
Cameron moans, but doesn’t stop. “I had too.”
“Bend your knees and hold your ankles.” He grabs a handful of her bonds over her abdomen, and drags her a few feet closer to the end of the bed, as she lets out a pleased moan. Then he steps out of her sight, and she can hear him rifling through a drawer.
She squirms. “What are you doing?”
“Quiet.” He’s found what he’s looking for, but he starts with a blindfold. As he slides it on he says, “I got you something too.” He reaches down to plug in the shiny new hitachi.
Just as he is about to lower it to her clit she asks, “What is it?” Half a second later he answers by flicking the switch on, and she bucks wildly, losing her grip on her ankles. He flicks it off.
“Hold your ankles,” he orders. She loves that tone, being commanded by him. The second she resumes her pose, the vibe is back on.
It’s intensely strong, and she comes almost instantly. Quickly it’s too much and she struggles to distance herself from the powerful vibrations.
“Hold. Still.”
She moans in protest, but holds as still as she can. He flicks the switch to high and she bucks again, but quickly grabs her ankles. She comes again and again, harder and faster than she ever has, than she thought she could.
“Please…can we stop for a second?”
He flicks it to off long enough for her to take a deep shaky breath, then says, “No…” and turns it back on.
He doesn’t let up. She shakes and writhes under the vibe; she can’t hold her ankles any more. The pleasure is so intense she forgets to breathe for long stretches, until she starts to see spots. Her thighs are quaking, sweat rising on her skin.
He turns it off and lays it next to her thigh. As he strips off his clothes the only sound in the room is her breathing, loud and ragged with exhaustion.
“House…that was amazing,” she pants.
He snorts. “You say that like you’re done.”
“I am. I’m done.”
House grabs her by her creamy white hips and drags her to the edge of the bed. She is extremely tight from her orgasms; she feels amazing as he slowly slides into her. One hand grips a handful of red silk cord, while the other holds the hitachi. He turns it on.
She starts coming the second it’s on and doesn’t stop. He’s never felt anything like it, the rhythmic way her body is squeezing his. Within minutes he comes, so strongly he has to turn the vibrator off; it’s too good to stand.
Cameron rolls over, squeezing her thighs together. House unties the single knot behind her, making the silk go slack and slip loose from her body as she rocks from side to side. He lies behind her, running his fingers over her skin, rubbing the pink spots where the rope was tight during her long day. He kisses her shoulder. “Happy Valentine’s Day.”