Page 100 of Dr. Intern

I slide a silky white blindfold over her eyes—a perfect match to her panties. It’ll completely deprive her of the ability to see, which is ideal for what I’m planning. I want her guessing.

Claire’s breath catches when my fingers find her hard nipples, like she wasn’t expecting my touch. I give them a quick tug before I pinch the silver clamps onto both buds at the same time. This is the first time we’ve used this toy, so I reduced the tension, not wanting to overdo it.

She cries out when I tug on the chain connecting the clamps, her chest heaving beneath me. I silence her cries with my mouth, kissing her hard before I pull back.

“Alright.” She huffs a hesitant laugh, rolling her hips to try and wiggle out of the restraints. “Point made, Beau.”

I look down at her, my blood still boiling. “And what point is that?”

She sighs in resignation. “You turned me on. You win. Now let me go.”

“While I’m glad that you’re on, that’s not the point.”

Shuffling down her legs, I pick up the black rabbit vibrator and turn it to the lowest setting.

Claire’s neck cranes as if she’s trying to figure out what I’m doing, despite her sense of sight being taken away.

“Beau!” She flinches, her breasts heaving as I touch the tip of the vibrator to the center of her thighs.

“Yes?”

“I need to get ready,” she whines, attempting to shimmy away from the toy.

Unable to help myself, I remove the vibrator and slide a finger through her pussy. She’s dripping, exactly like I thought she would be. “Feels like you’re already ready.”

“Okay, okay, okay, fine. Just fuck me, and then let me get dressed. People are gonna be here any seco—”

She yelps, not able to finish her thought as I return the vibrator to her pussy, this time sliding it beneath her lace thong.

“Oh, so now you’re worried about time?” I ask, dipping the base of the toy inside her.

She whimpers but doesn’t protest as I slowly fuck her with the vibrator, eventuallypushing it inside her soaked pussy. The part that goes inside of her curls up to massage her G-spot, while the exterior sits directly on top of her clit, teasing her with little sucking sensations. It’s not as good as having me personally edge her for the next hour, but it should do the job while I’m occupied with our guests.

“Here’s a game for you, pretty girl,” I say, snapping her panties back in place. “Let’s see how much you appreciate time when it seems to drag on and on.”

Claire moans, attempting to arch her hips as I run my hands up her chest, playing with my food. “I’ve got this vibrator on the lowest setting. So low that it’ll massage your pussy just enough to keep you on edge while never quite taking you over.”

My fingers tug on the chain between her tits again, her beautiful cries echoing through the condo.

“That won’t do,” I tut, smearing her arousal across her lips. “We have guests coming over. Can you stay quiet?”

She shakes her head and groans, loose curls falling over the pillowcase beneath her. A tear streams down her soft face, and I run fingers from her lips to her cheek, gently wiping it away. I may want to teach her a lesson, but I’m not a monster.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, alerting me to the fact that people are at the door. We told the concierge to let everyone up, but now I’m glad I never unlocked it.

I lean in and kiss Claire’s reddened cheek. “Well you’re gonna have to keep that loud mouth shut, because our guests are here. Wouldn’t want them to hear you. That would be embarrassing.”

As I’m getting up, I place a small circular button in her right hand. “If it gets to be too much, press this, and I’ll immediately come get you.”

My phone instantly pings with a loud horn, and I look down. The app paired with the button I just put in her hand is alerting me, a red stop sign covering my phone screen. My wide eyes flash to Claire, who has a small smirk on her face. “Just checking that it works.”

Stifling a grin, I stand from the bed and adjust myself to hide the massive erection pitched in my tux pants. This is starting to feel like as much of a punishment for me as it is for her, and I’m seriously doubting my ability to hold out as long as I planned. Fortunately, I have the guests to distract me. My goal is simple: get everyone in, shepherd them to the balcony, and then discreetly go fetch her.

By the time Parker and Cassidy arrive, our condo is buzzing with energy, the whole damn hospital in our living room, cocktails in hand. I haven’t heard so much as a peep from upstairs, though I know Claire can hear everything below. Luckily, there’s no risk of anyone stumbling upon her on their way to the bathroom—I made sure to triple-check the lock on the loft stairs before anyone arrived.

This probably wasn’t the best time for such an adventurous experiment. You should never leave someone restrained without supervision, and even though this was relatively tame in terms of bondage, I’m still distracted. I’ve been obsessively checking my phone to ensure she’s alright, completely neglecting my hosting duties.

In addition to giving Claire a safety button, I also set up a small camera trained on the bed. At the moment, she looks more frustrated than anything; her mouth is pressed into a hard line, and her heels are discarded on the floor, like she kicked them off in retaliation. I stifle a grin, enjoying her torment.

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