Title: Cuddy's Delight
Fandom: House MD
Notes: Birthday Fic for kj_draft who wanted Cameron/Cuddy with Dom!Cam.
Summary: Cuddy gets more than she expects. PWP
She spent months fantasizing about a sweet, compliant Cameron, who was both flustered and flattered by Cuddy’s interest. Someone she could guide from the first kiss at the door to the bedroom and everything that was going to happen in it. A detour to the couch was as much deviation as she was willing to tolerate. She’d asked to come to Cameron’s apartment because it was easier to get up and go home than tell Cameron it was time to leave.
The door opened. Something was very wrong.
Her Cameron wouldn’t be wearing a long, low-cut black sweater that left nearly nothing to Cuddy’s stunned imagination. She’d never realized that Cameron was quite so tall. Of course, she’d never had the opportunity to see her bare legs; long, pale and set off by a pair of black heels, higher than anything she’d ever wear to traipse around the hospital in House’s wake.
More than the legs or the pale skin of one bare shoulder with dark hair falling against it, or the dramatic eye-liner and lipstick, what really made Cuddy feel she’d gone down a very odd rabbit-hole was Cameron’s aura of confidence.
Cuddy suspected that if she went through the door, she wouldn’t be in control. She didn’t like the idea, but her feet weren’t moving away and she wasn’t making a polite excuse. Maybe it would be fun to show this Cameron who was boss, both at work and here, or just possibly, she was willing to find out what a strong Cameron was capable of.
She took a step inside and was pushed back against the door as it closed behind her. Cameron had height and leverage and didn’t seem interested in waiting for Cuddy’s participation or consent. Her mouth was insistent. All tongue and teeth. Prodding. Pushing. Being deliberately rude, Cuddy realized.
When she tried to take back the initiative by reaching out to touch Cameron’s face, she found her wrists held in a stronger grip than she would have expected. Still, she could get free if she really wanted to, couldn’t she? Instead she went limp, already breathless, and let Cameron take her mouth again, opening willingly to the second assault. Cuddy still wore her coat and the dress she’d worn to work. Too many clothes, she thought, especially with Cameron naked under that sweater.
Cameron had stepped away, observing her flushed cheeks and swollen lips with a smug smile. Cuddy tried to reach out again.
“Uh uh,” said Cameron slowly and Cuddy pulled her hand back, chastened.
“You want to say something?” Cameron challenged.
“I thought…” Cuddy tried to form thoughts and words. She couldn’t get any further before Cameron held up a silencing hand.
“I know what you thought. A warm body on a cold night. Because House has been a real bastard today. You know what, Lisa,, he’s been a real bastard to all of us. That’s what he is. When you stop expecting anything else, it’ll hurt a lot less.”
Cuddy was stunned. When had Cameron gotten that smart about House, much less acquired the chutzpah to talk to her that way?
“You wanted to make yourself feel better by using me. Well you can feel better, but you’ll do exactly what I tell you to do.”
“What are you going to do, tie me up?” Cuddy couldn’t keep the amusement out of her voice. This was still Cameron, after all.
“I don’t have to. You came here looking for something. It would be a shame for you to leave without getting it, but I’m not going to stop you. Unless you want me to tie you up. Is that what you want? Do you want to be tied up so tightly you can’t move? Should I spread your legs nice and wide so I can do whatever I want to you? Get a nice plug in that pretty ass of yours and watch you squirm because it’s driving you crazy and you want to get it out, but you can’t.”
Cuddy’s mouth had gone dry. She felt hypnotized by Cameron’s words, while still thinking it was just a game.
”Do you want that?”
She’d never wanted anything like that, but with Cameron’s breath hot in her ear, she wanted to say yes. Her mouth opened, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could do was nod.
Cameron was looking her in the eyes and it was hard to look back. She still couldn’t believe it was happening, that she was giving in and giving up control.
“Do you trust me?” Cameron asked, almost playfully, but with a hint of danger.
That she could answer honestly.
“Good. That’ll make it even better.”
Despite her lack of preference between men and women, Cuddy didn’t consider herself particularly kinky. This experience was so far away from anything she imagined that she couldn’t keep from seeing humor in the situation, even though her body was certainly responding.
This couldn’t be her, Lisa Cuddy, hospital administrator, with her wrists bound together with a silk rope and placed over her head, ankles cuffed tightly to a metal bar so that her legs were held apart while Cameron teased her clit to the point where pleasure started to hurt , leaving her wet, open and desperate.
Part of her mind was asking who the hell keeps this stuff around the house, especially the smooth plastic that Cameron had inserted in her anus that hurt and then felt good and then hurt again, as her body struggled to dislodge it, with the limited range of motion permitted by her restraints.
Cameron lay next to her on the bed, propped on one elbow, toying with her nipples until they felt raw.
“You don’t want to do that. If that one comes out, there’s a bigger one. And another one after that. How much do you think you can take up there, hmm? I think you like that one just fine. Show me how much you like it.”
Another harsh kiss ensued, while Cuddy moaned her need into Cameron’s mouth. The sweater rasped against her breasts, as their hips ground together. This had to end soon. Cameron must need to get off as badly as she did.
“Please, “she moaned, although it was muffled by Cameron’s tongue so far down her throat, she thought she might choke.
Her arms were aching and she thought maybe she could bring them down to rest against Cameron’s back while she was kissing her, but the minute she tried, Cameron pulled away again, her teeth holding onto Cuddy’s lower lip until the last possible second. She wondered if she’d be able to convince House she was trying a new brand of lipstick tomorrow.
“Arms up. Nothing hiding those tits.”
Somehow Cameron saying tits was unbelievably vulgar, and therefore exciting. She put her arms up, grunting with exertion. Maybe it would be easier if they were being held up for her. She wouldn’t be surprised if “Mistress Cameron,” had something available for just that purpose.
“Did you say something?” Cameron taunted. “Do you want something?” She’d never been shy about telling lovers what she needed in bed, but those weren’t lovers who had her at their mercy and were calling the shots.
“You want to come, Lisa? You want me to lick you? Or do you like fingers better?”
She jabbed one in roughly to make her point. Cuddy gasped, starting to feel trapped by the weakness of her own body screaming for relief and willing to do anything to get it. Maybe that was how House felt when he asked her for the morphine.
“Did House put you up to this? Is he using you to get back at me?”
Cameron’s expression changed to something that Cuddy did not like to see on the face of a woman to whom she’d given up control to such a degree. There was hurt and anger, maybe even rage.
“You talk too much. Let’s get something in your mouth to shut you up.”
Great. Here comes the gag. What took her so long?
If she was going to do this, she might as well have the full experience. What she got was Cameron kicking off her shoes and positioning herself so that her hands were braced against the head-board as she lowered herself onto Cuddy’s face, smothering her in heat and moisture. Cuddy’s tongue started moving instinctively, tasting tangy sweetness. The only way to regain control was to make Cameron lose it. She lapped and nibbled, vaguely hoping she wouldn’t end up completely smothered.
“Oh. Oh god. So good. You are good at this, aren’t you, Lisa?”
There was praise and mockery in Cameron’s voice but mostly the strain of trying to resist the pleasure. Cuddy felt like she was drowning, but also burning. Her hips thrust up into nothingness as her cunt sought enough pressure to relieve her own sexual tension. The slightest touch would do it, but she needed something.
Cameron thrashed about, legs quivering, screaming out hoarse obscenities that would have stunned her colleagues. “Fuck. Oh god. You fucking hot bitch!” she screamed, banging her hands against the wall The neighbors would love that.
Once, she’d finished her dramatic thrashing, Cameron gingerly lifted herself away from Cuddy’s face and collapsed on the bed next to her.
Cuddy was relieved to have unrestricted breathing again. She took advantage of Cameron’s distraction to bring her arms down. Cameron was curled up next to her, glassy-eyed. Gratifying, but not doing much for Cuddy’s needs. Now that she could rest her sore arms, she wanted the other kind of relief.
“Hey,” she called out to get Cameron’s attention.
Cameron stretched lazily, not inclined to do much work now that her own itch had been scratched.
“I don’t know much about this stuff, but I think you suck at it.”
“No, apparently you suck,” she flared back, maybe thinking she was emulating House.
“At least I did my job,” Cuddy felt herself returning to her usual position of power over Cameron in spite of the current situation. “Now you do yours. Right now all I see is a little girl playing with grown up toys and who the hell told you to go with the whole Flashdance look? What is this 1985? Either fuck me or untie me so I can do it myself.”
Cameron blinked, taken aback by the onslaught.
“All right. You don’t have to be pushy about it,” she muttered, moving quickly to follow orders.
At the first touch, Cuddy found herself whimpering. Cameron played with her, stroking and caressing, but somehow unwilling to take the final step.
“You whore,” Cuddy sneered, hopping to goad Cameron and let out some of her own frustration. “I know about you and Chase. You can’t have House so you’re just going to fuck your way through my hospital until you get his attention. Well it’s not going to work and don’t think you’re getting any special treatment from me after this, because frankly, I’m not impressed.
“Bitch!,” Cameron shot back, trying to sound tough, but clearly stung. Cuddy felt the thrust of angry fingers, filling her, sliding in and out, fucking just as she’d demanded. Unable to bring her knees up, the tension was nearly unbearable, making her whole body shake violently with the exertion. She clenched herself around Cameron’s hand and screamed out all her frustration as the first sensation of release shuddered through her body, every moment heightened by her inability to touch herself or anybody else while it was happening.
Drained, she fell back on the bed, barely aware of Cameron removing the legs restraints and bar, the rope from her wrists, and finally, slowly, the small piece of plastic that had added so much to the experience. The relief of having it out was combined with an odd, if momentary sense of loss. She still wanted to know why Cameron…well she had to ask a lot of questions, but first she had to appreciate the return of control over her legs and full circulation to her limbs, along with Cameron’s body, now completely naked, cuddling up next to her, and get some rest.
Cameron being Cameron, the rest didn’t last very long.
“You didn’t like the sweater, really? Cause when you got here I thought you liked the sweater.”
Cuddy sighed, making an addition to her list of reasons not to sleep with employees, at least not ones who wanted to discuss fashion choices after sex.
“The sweater was fine, but don’t you really need a short leather skirt and bustier for this kind of thing?”
“Annette told me not to be a cliché.”
It took Cuddy a moment to place the name.
“Annette Raines? Harvey Park’s Annette?”
Cameron pulled a blanket over the two of them, triggering Cuddy’s instinct that it was time to get up and leave, but it was late, Cameron was warm and Cuddy had more questions to ask in the morning, like where she could get one of those butt plugs.