Birthday Fic!

[psyche_cuore]

Title: Desire
Author: psyche_cuore
Pairing: House/Cameron
Rating: NC-17. Contains BDSM.

For houseketeer. Happy birthday, hon.



She could feel the eyes of strangers burning her, an uncomfortable knot of anxiety settling at the base of her spine, tightening her muscles. Trying her best to ignore the stares, Cameron forced herself forward, taking careful steps.

When the owner led her out the back of the club and started up an old flight of stairs, Cameron once again cursed her choice of footwear. The shoes, with their six inch heels, were hardly something she would wear every day, but earlier in the night as she'd stood in front of her closet mirror she had decided they were entirely suitable for this night. More than that, the shoes made her feel sexy, alluring, and provocative. They provided the shift from Dr Cameron to Allison, at her most private.

Bringing herself back to the present, Cameron took a breath and carefully navigated her way up the aging stairs, gripping the handrail cautiously so as to avoid splinters. The second level of the club was split into three sections, the owner explained. To her left was a room with two way glass, ultra violet light from within the room highlighting it’s content, a queen sized mattress.

"The Voyeur Room," the owner stated simply.

Next to it was a large caged area with all kinds of bondage equipment, mostly things Cameron recognized, but many she didn’t.

She'd fantasized about coming to a place like this for a long time, but as the owner continued the tour, and the more she spoke about such forbidden things in such a nonchalant manner, the more freaked out Cameron became. She didn't belong here. Yes, she’d been curious, had toyed with the idea of coming to the club for months before working up the courage to do so, but now that she was actually there it was frighteningly overwhelming.

After a quick overview of the rest of the club and a final recital of the rules, the owner shook her hand and disappeared down the stairs.

Cameron tried to take it all in. She surveyed the room and was immediately drawn to a scene playing out in a far corner. A man, tall and thin with a t-shirt stretched across a muscular back was tying a woman to a wooden cross. Mesmerized, with each loop of the rope around the woman's wrists Cameron felt herself becoming aroused. Her stomach fluttered as she continued to watch.

Unaware that she was being watched herself, Cameron stayed focused on the movement of the man’s hands. She imagined what those hands would be like up close - large and strong and warm - capturing her own limbs. Her mind substituted herself in place of the woman. From behind there were enough similarities between the man and House that it didn’t take much effort to substitute them.

To her, House was the type of person who sought to control every aspect of life - through medicine, his puzzles, his team. But she realized as much as he sought control over such events he never really managed it. The very nature of his job meant so much was out of his control. Besides the fact that it was one of her biggest fantasies, she imagined he would find peace through domination. It saddened her to think that he would be at once in control and protecting himself emotionally.

She fantasized about submitting to him, being the one he gave himself fully to. She’d spent hours picturing what they’d be like together. Hours where she’d fingered herself to orgasm thinking of his hands on her body, laid bare for his taking.

So caught up in her thoughts, Cameron jumped in shock at a sudden blast from the sound system. The owner of the club took center stage to welcome everyone and the crowd shifted to surround the stage. In the movement of the crowd she lost sight of the man. Disappointed, she stepped forward to join the others, listening as the owner outlined the night’s entertainment. Once the announcements were over she glanced around the club once more before deciding to take a walk around the floor. She told herself she was not looking for the man, but she couldn’t help but feel her heart sink when she saw no sign of him.

After walking two laps of the club with no sight of him, Cameron stopped at the bar to get a drink. She sat on the end of an empty couch across the room from the main play area. Listening half-heartedly to the action on stage, she took in each piece of equipment, cataloguing the ones that caught her interest.

In one corner sat a stool, low to the ground, covered in leather and metal studs. She imagined being sent to sit in the corner on such a stool as punishment. Imagined waiting as the minutes ticked by, with nothing to focus on but the smell of the leather and the pain of the studs pressing into her delicate skin.

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as her thoughts set off a throbbing ache between her thighs.

She focused her attention to the left and felt her heart jump at the sight before her. A woman was stretched out over a padded workhorse, limbs fixed to each of the four legs. A younger man stood with a paddle in his hand preparing to swing. The scene itself made her hot, but then the man with the dark t-shirt stepped out from behind the man with the paddle and Cameron’s heart rate tripled.

The man who reminded her so much of House took hold of the paddle and demonstrated three strong swats. It was too dark to see if the paddle had left red marks on the woman's buttocks, but the way her body convulsed told Cameron the man knew what he was doing.

She was so caught up in watching every movement that she failed to notice a man approaching her.

"Your first visit?" he asked with a smile.

She forced herself to turn away.

"How did you know?"

"The staring. Newbies always seem overwhelmed with the public scene. Has anyone been bothering you?"

She shook her head. "No, it’s been fine. I’m just a little nervous about being here."

"I’m sure you’ll settle in soon. Why not talk to some of the women if you’re feeling a little intimidated."

Cameron glanced toward the stage where a group of women were gathered, dancing. She nodded.

"Have a good night," he tossed out as he walked away.

She smiled her thanks and strode toward the dance floor.

In another part of the club the same man approached the object of her observation. They spoke privately, heads bent close together. They turned, and the first man pointed to Cameron where she danced with the other women, showing the man the sexy young newbie who’d become fixated on him.

The man’s clear blue eyes sparkled as he saw the woman in question.

Having finished dancing for the time being, Cameron once again approached the bar. She ordered another drink and stood with her back against the bar, watching the various scenes being played out between couples. Finishing the last of her drink she turned to place the empty glass on the bar.

Seconds later a male body pressed itself against her. "Well, well, well, what do we have here?"

The familiar voice and scratch of stubble at the back of her neck made her freeze. To her left she saw the man she'd spoken to earlier standing with a smile on his face.

"I told Greg he’d captured your interest. You’re lucky. He seems to have taken quite a liking to you. He’s one of our most popular Dominants, I'm sure there'll be a lot of jealous women here tonight."

"What are you talking about?" she addressed the man, still too shocked and embarrassed to even think of speaking to House.

"He’s chosen you as his submissive. It’s something nearly every woman in here would kill for."

Hearing that he’d chosen her made her relax into House's arms. His hands settled on her hips, keeping her from shifting away.

She felt his warm breath caress her ear. "Will you come with me?"

Her breath caught in her throat at his question. Before her brain had a chance to catch up she was answering, "Yes."

He took her by the hand and led her to one of the private bedrooms she’d seen earlier, closing and locking the door behind them. One entire wall was covered in glass, with a padded bench in front of it and a bed in the opposite corner. Cameron recognized the room, remembered seeing the large mirror while dancing. She felt some of the tension leave her with the knowledge that no one could see inside.

House's hand on her abdomen roughly pulling her back into his hips brought the tension back instantly. He pressed a quick kiss to her neck before uttering a one word command, "Strip."

While she undressed, House wondered what attracted her to try this. For House, the vulnerability he felt because of his leg was overshadowed by the vulnerability of a woman willingly handing over control of her body to him. He appreciated the trust, although he didn't always believe it to be genuine.

One she'd finished undressing he directed her over to the bench in front of the mirror. She stood awkwardly. He remained by the door, stunned by her beauty. Creamy white skin glowed in the soft light of the room. He approached her slowly, basking in each new piece of her that was revealed. She looked so unsure and nervous it brought out a protectiveness he'd never before experienced.

He pressed his palm against her cheek, cradling her head in his hand, encouraging her to look him in the eye.

"You’ll be fine."

The three words soothed her and she gave him a soft smile. He pressed a gentle kiss against her lips, almost giving in and taking the kiss deeper but managing to hold himself back. He brushed against her hip, using it to guide her onto the bench. She sat facing the mirror, seeing the man from the bar arranging a number of toys directly in front of the glass. A blond woman who Cameron assumed was his submissive waited patiently at his side.

"Alex knows the drill. He's going to put on a little show for us so I can see what you like," he explained.

He settled himself on the bench behind her, his chest pressed firmly to her naked back. His hands slid around her waist, embracing her. She settled against him further and he took it as his cue to move on. His hands caressed down her sides, slid over her hips and across her thighs before stopping just above her knees.

With gentle pressure he spread her thighs open wide. She felt exposed in that position, but was stunned at her body's reaction as her breathing instantly deepened and a warmth flooded her.

House checked with her before beginning. "You okay?"

She sighed and pressed herself back into him.

"Yes."

She tilted her chin back to let him see it in her eyes.

He turned her head back to the mirror and she gasped as she saw that Alex had started running his hands all over the woman's body. House matched each movement, drawing more sounds from her. It was overwhelming, being so aroused, watching and feeling the same touches in two different ways.

Her brain couldn't handle the stimulation and she found herself breaking free of that invisible force that held her back. She surrendered to him, mind and body.

House's hands swept up her ribcage to cup her breasts and she arched herself into his touch. She watched as Alex attached nipple clamps to his submissive; looked on with interest as he tightened each clamp, slow methodical movements, until the woman’s nipples were forced into tight points.

House's hands traced circles around her nipples, teasing but never giving her any proper contact. Her eyes remained locked on the clamps and the heavy silver chain that hung down the woman's belly, connecting the two ends. His fingers plucked at her nipples.

"You’re picturing yourself in her place, aren't you? Imagining the bite of the clamps on your nipples?"

He gave a sharp tug, drawing a cry from her.

His hands disappeared from her sight for a moment. When they returned she released a moan at the feel of his fingers, slippery with his saliva, rolling repeatedly over the sensitive tips of her breasts. One hand dropped to her stomach, painting back and forth across her abdomen. She had no idea if he meant it to be soothing or arousing, only that her stomach muscles instantly tensed, sending a pulse of excitement to her core.

It seemed like everything he did turned her on beyond belief. She almost felt sorry for the women who would never get to experience such intense pleasure. He didn’t let her consider the thought for long, her attention drawn away as both of his hands ventured lower.

Outside, Alex picked up an object from the table and slipped it over his finger. Cameron recognized it as a small vibrating sleeve and shivered at the thought of what House could do to her with such an object.

His fingers were tickling a path along her inner thigh. Teasingly, he swept a finger across her clit, using barely enough pressure to register contact. He stroked the length of her, fingers parting her labia and swirling across the slippery flesh.

His hot breath scorched her neck, and she felt the abundance of fluid coating his hand as he pressed against her entrance. The vibrator traveled down the woman's stomach and House matched the movement by working furiously on her clit for ten excruciating seconds before stopping abruptly.

"Please, please, please," she sighed.

House smiled and continued teasing his fingers over her. One hand held her labia open, while the other traced figure of eights down the length of her opening. The fact that he had reduced her to begging made him want to see just how far he could make her go. He doubled his efforts, pleased when she squirmed oh-so-prettily in his arms.

House narrating in her ear drove her insane with need. Her muscles were tightly drawn and her blood felt as though it were charged with electricity as it raced through her veins.

"See how he makes her beg, she’s so hungry for it. You'd beg, wouldn't you? You'd beg me to touch you, to push inside your pussy..."

She moaned in response.

A part of him entertained the thought that she was only responding to the visual stimulation outside the mirror. Moments later she let out a loud moan, "House-", as she arched her hips up toward his fingers, which had stilled as he was lost in thought.

He tightened his hold and brought his fingers back to her juncture.

"I've got you," he told her gently, and was rewarded with a renewed flood of moisture across his fingers.

Guess that discredits that theory.

As the scene outside the window changed so too did Cameron's breathing. He heard the hitch as her breath caught in her throat, took in the added flush spreading to the tips of her breasts and pulse fluttering in her neck. He gave in to the temptation and pressed his lips to that tiny flutter, then closed over the point and sucked, pleased to hear her moans increase.

"Interesting. Alex said he’d seen you watching the paddling earlier. Is that something you’ve tried before?"

When she didn't respond he moved his hands to her thighs, stroking the heated skin in random patterns.

"No."

"Something you want to try?"

"With the right person," she answered, breathlessly.

In seconds his hands were back on her, stroking the length of her - before two fingers found themselves inside her body. Her hands gripped his forearms, head rolling backwards to rest on his shoulder.

"Yes!" The strangled gasp escaped unbidden.

With one quick swipe across her clit he removed his fingers and shifted from behind her. The look she gave him threatened to take his own breath away. Blue eyes, darkened with pleasure, pleaded with him to touch her again. He shook his head in silent communication then gestured for her to stand.

"Step up onto the bench and grab hold of the shackles."

She obediently stepped up onto the bench.

"Because this is your first time we'll use a wait signal. Any time you need a break just step down off the bench and I'll stop. When you're ready to keep going, step back up again. Understood?"

"I understand."

She turned back to the window and took a firm hold of the shackles. She had to reach forward to grasp them, forcing her to bend at the hips slightly, presenting her ass to him. He gave her a moment to balance herself before drawing his hand back and swinging forward.

The sound of the first slap echoed in her ears. It took several seconds for the feeling to register. When it did a small cry escaped her. House drew his hand back again. Her cries turned to gasps and moans with each slap. He wasn’t holding anything back, and after twenty or so swats she needed to step off the bench.

The spanking stopped straight away, just as he'd promised. He waited patiently as she gathered herself. Though he remained silent, Cameron could tell he was pleased with her so far.

With one last deep breath she stepped back up onto the bench.

"Good girl."

She moaned loudly even before he had a chance to make contact again. The wait signal wasn't just about safety, she realized. The fact that she was choosing to return to being spanked was pretty hot, too.

He drew it out, telling her exactly where each of the strikes would land, describing in detail how each slap would make her feel. She struggled to stay in position, not because of any physical pain, though she was well aware of the deep burn across her buttocks, but because of the effect his words had on her.

The trembling in her limbs apparently pleased him.

"You're so beautiful, naked and trembling for me. You love the feel of my bare hand spanking you, don't you?" He didn't wait for an answer. "It affects me too, Cameron. It makes me hard just seeing you presenting yourself to me, following my directions. You make a beautiful submissive. I’m proud."

A keening cry forced itself from her, the only response she was capable of after hearing his words. The spanking continued, gaining in intensity.

After every fifth slap he rubbed the reddened skin firmly, diffusing the sting.

She lost the ability to speak. Frantic panting echoed through the room, spurring him on. He watched her hands tighten on the shackles and knew it was time to stop. Two strikes later he left his hand on her, stroking gently.

"You took that so well. You can step down now."

As soon as she let go of the shackles and turned to step down off the bench he had her pinned against the wall. He shoved his hand between her thighs, entering her with two fingers. She threw her head back wordlessly.

"That's it," he encouraged, eyes locked firmly on hers.

"I can't -" she gasped.

"Just let it go," he soothed.

His thumb rubbed across her clit, making her entire body shake. She struggled to hold herself upright.

"More."

"You want more fingers, baby?"

He didn't wait for an answer, simply pushed a third finger into her. His hand was coated with her arousal, her thighs slippery with moisture. He curled his fingers, stroking faster while his thumb continued to assault her clit.

She was losing the battle to keep herself standing, leaning heavily against the wall. House reached down and grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly. With fingers entwined and their eyes locked he increased his pace.

Her mouth hung open, a continuous stream of unintelligible grunts ('uhn') flowing from her. He could feel the beginning of her orgasm, muscles fluttering erratically around his fingers. He withdrew his hand until only the tips of his fingers remained inside her, holding them still for several moments. All of a sudden he thrust back in full force, pumping his fingers in counter movement to the circling on her clit.

She let out a scream as she came, her hand squeezing his tightly. A minute passed and she was still riding high, her insides pulsing steadily. House stilled his fingers, carefully pulling them from her as he gave one last brush to her clit.

She watched him through heavy-lidded eyes, stunned by the power of her climax. He kept his body close to hers and reached out to touch his index finger to her mouth, smearing her arousal across her bottom lip. Seconds later his mouth descended on hers, tongue lapping her juices from her lip and then tangling with hers as she took the kiss deeper.

Sensing her fatigue, he placed a hand on her lower back and led her to the bed in the corner. He encouraged her to sprawl out on her stomach, head reading on her folded arms. Her eyes closed automatically, but snapped open when she felt the first touch of something cool on her flushed skin.

"Just relax," he told her. "It's only moisturizer."

She closed her eyes again, leaving him to massage the cream down her shoulders to her lower back. When his fingers slipped lower and began working on her buttocks she squeezed her eyes tighter to fight away the tears that threatened to spill over. He was so gentle with her, massaging the angry red skin with the lightest of touches. It warmed her heart to see proof of how much he really cared.

He finished working the last of the lotion into her skin and pressed a final kiss between her shoulder blades. After helping her to her feet and waiting as she dressed, he headed for the door. Cameron stayed close as they entered the main room, reaching out to take his hand as they made their way through the crowd. His arm wrapped firmly around her waist, House spoke to the bartender.

After they received their drinks, House led them to a sofa in a secluded corner. Cameron remained standing, an uncertain expression on her face. A sharp tug on her hand landed her on the cushion next to him. She shuffled closer, pressing herself into his side, one arm flung across his midsection and her face buried in his neck.

House watched her with interest. He'd known she may be feeling somewhat clingy after what they'd shared, but her possessiveness surprised him. He continued to stroke his fingers through her hair, hoping to soothe her further. He kept a close eye on her as they sat in silence watching the crowd.

Cameron tried her best to get her emotions under control. The pleasure she'd felt at knowing she'd pleased House, a man who accepted nothing but the best, warmed her. At the same time, she found herself wanting more. She wanted to be his. She watched the other couples, remembering Alex's words from earlier, and felt the stirrings of jealousy within her.

Tilting her head back to look him in the eye, Cameron asked, "What would a submissive do to show she belongs to her man?"

His lips quirked at the question.

"I’m not interested in what other women would do," was his pointed reply.

Almost immediately she was out of his arms and kneeling on the floor in front of him. Adrenaline spiked through her body as she glanced around before reaching for the waistband of his jeans. She quickly undid the button and lowered the zipper. She met his gaze and waited for his signal to continue. His eyes stayed locked on hers as he lifted his hips enough for her to pull the jeans and briefs down to mid thigh.

She felt herself becoming instantly wet at the sight of his erection. Her eyes dropped as she took a firm grip on him, starting a steady rhythm. The sudden tension her touch caused made her smile. Hoping to create a stronger reaction she lowered her head and in one smooth move took the length of him into her mouth. His hips arched, pushing himself deeper into her mouth, and something resembling a gasp escaped him. The sound drove her on. Cameron increased her pace. With every upstroke she created a seal with her lips, stopping to suckle the head while reaching down to cup his balls in her delicate hands.

House didn't bother to attempt to silence his moans - he wanted her to know exactly what she did to him.

The sounds he was making were driving her wild. It took all her power not to reach down inside her panties and touch herself, but she wanted this to be all about him.

A part of her hoped the other women were watching. Take that ladies - I have Gregory House’s cock in my mouth - he’s mine now.

The thought gave her pause. House groaned his disapproval but she remained still. I have Gregory House’s cock in my mouth. I’m sucking House’s cock.

She clenched her thighs together, amazed to realize she was close to coming again just from touching him. It spurred her on and she set up a pattern of slow, careful upward strokes with fast downward motions all the way to his base, her tongue stroking hungrily over his shaft. His moans were continuous now, the slippery wet heat sliding repeatedly over his cock driving him to the brink.

She took her cues from his thrusting, building her speed until his hips rose a final time, spilling into her mouth. Instead of swallowing she held his come on her tongue, wanting to remember the taste and feel of him. She rolled her tongue around her mouth, savouring the feeling of possessiveness that was flooding her body. She sat back on her knees and watched House watching her.

His eyes exuded warmth as he reached out to hold her chin in his hand. He gave a brief nod and she swallowed, eyes locked on his. Seconds later his lips were on hers, kissing her hard enough that it took several moments to regain her breath once they'd separated.

"You’re perfect," he told her, and his tone of voice told her he was genuine and not simply mocking her. Coming from him the simple statement meant more than an entire speech.

He tucked himself back into his pants and then pulled her back up into his arms. As they sat entwined in their darkened corner, he reflected on the night they’d shared. He'd been coming to this club for close to six years. There had been many women, but before tonight he'd never experienced such a depth of experience. For the first time he'd been part of a partnership and not just a dominant.

In one night she'd given him everything he hadn't even known he was missing.

END.