Page 102 of Dr. Intern

Beau’s face is cast in shadows, backlit by the light spilling in from downstairs, and he lets out a laugh that’s unmistakably sinister. Plus, he’s in a tux, and I’m pretty sure every villain wears black tie at some point.

“Something funny?” I ask, trying my hardest to sound bored as I train my eyes on the concrete ceiling.

I can sense him still towering next to me, but refuse to turn my head out of spite. Well spite, and the fact that every time I attempt to move my body, the vibrator shifts inside of me. I’ve finally managed to tolerate the overstimulation, and I’m not eager to test my limits any further.

“Just that your cheeks look a little flushed,” Beau teases, his fingers reaching down to caress my cheek. “Something got you worked up, pretty girl?”

“No,” I snap, closing my eyes to avoid the temptation of his touch.

“You sure about that?” he probes, his tone filled with sinful challenge.

Before I can answer, I feel pressure between my legs as Beau pushes on the toy’s exterior, kicking the vibration up another level.

I want to cry out, to do anything to alleviate the uncomfortable tension my body has been enduring for too long, but I know better. Even if everyone is outside, it’s possible they could hear something.

My eyes fly open, landing on Beau. He’s standing beside the bed with a grin plastered on his face, watching me like his own personal captive.

My nipples harden, tightening the grip that the clamps have on me as a burst of pleasure shoots to my sex. I inhale sharply, and all I can think about is how I need release more than I’ve ever needed anything in my entire life. My body feels like it’s so tightly wound that I can barely breathe.

Beau’s fingers lightly trail across the bare skin of my thighs. “Did you come while I was down there?” he asks, his voice low and sexy.

“No,” I admit, arching my hips into his hand. Despite the additional stimulation, I still need more. I need him.

“Good. Are you done playing games?”

“Are you?” I grit out, knowing it’s not the answer he wants, but I can’t help myself.

He kicks the vibrator up another level and I whimper, trying to handle the additional stimulation.

“Please, fuck, please.”

His eyes meet mine and flicker with arousal as he holds the toy in place. “Do you know why you’re being punished, Claire?”

God, the sound of my name on his lips will never get old.

“Yes,” I gasp, feeling my legs begin to shake as my orgasm approaches.

“Why’s that?” he drawls, moving his other hand up my chest to give the clamps a quick tug.

I wince, my body tightening further. “Because I made a funny joke.”

Beau’s eyes flash darker as he clicks his tongue. “Wrong answer.”

I feel the speed of the rabbit escalate once more, my chest heaving as I try to handle the sensation. Everything in my body feels heavy, and I can feel myself rapidly running towards the cliff I’ve been teased with for too long. My whole body clenches, all of my blood rushing to that one spot between my legs as I feel my orgasm finally crest.

Just as I’m about to let go, Beau abruptly pulls the vibrator out of me, turning it off and tossing it on the floor.

I bite my lip to stifle a cry, frustration running through my veins. The loss of the orgasm is practically painful, and I’ve reached a new level of desperation.

Begging it is.

“I’m being punished for playing games,” I pant. “It wasn’t funny.”

His brow arches at me, waiting for more.

“I’m sorry?” I try.

Nothing.

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