Page 95 of Dr. Intern

Claire scrunches her nose and giggles beneath my embrace. “Hotter than the lingerie you bought me? That’s hard to believe.”

“Everything you wear is hot,” I murmur breathily against her pounding pulse. “You could be wearing a straightjacket and I would think it was the sexiest thing in the world.”

She tilts her neck to give me better access, letting in a sharp gasp when I nip at her chin. “I hear that’s kinky to people like you.”

I pull back again, arching my eyebrow at her. “People like me?”

“You know,” she says quietly as her cheeks flush. “People into bondage.”Claire practically whispers the last word like it’s sinful, and I bite the inside of my cheek to stifle a grin.

I grip her chin between my fingers, forcing her eyes to mine. “And how would you know that, pretty girl.”

“I’ve done some research,” she admits, biting her bottom lip before she adds, “Is that something you might like?”

Unable to help myself, I let loose a laugh. This woman constantly surprises me.

“Not particularly. Especially when I have far more creative ways to keep you restrained that actually let me see you naked.”

My mind flicks back to last week when I introduced her to the fundamentals of rope ties. In an effort to make sure I didn’t go too fast, I showed her how the system worked and reviewed the safety of it all, allowing her to ask questions and try various materials. Once she seemed comfortable, I stripped her down and played with her body until she had come so many times she practically passed out.

“Interesting.”Given Claire’s whispered response and quickening breath, I would guess that she’s recalling the very same memory.

“What’s interesting?” I ask, releasing her chin.

She purses her lips momentarily before responding. “I’m just trying to imagine your creativity. Everything we’ve done so far has been kind of. . . vanilla.”

My teeth grind, knowing that she’s trying to get a rise out of me. But my cock isn’t having it. It flexes in my scrubs, desperate to show her how very un-vanilla I can be.

Leaning in, I grab the sides of her face with both hands and plant a rough kiss on her lush lips.

She moans into my mouth, desperate for more. I sweep my tongue against hers, satiating my need to taste her sweetness before I pull back, snagging her lower lip between my teeth.

“Be careful what you wish for,” I say with a wicked grin as an idea comes to me.

Turning my back to her, I stride towards the twin bed nestled in the corner of the call room. I slept here last night and didn’t have a chance to make the sheets back up, so they’re strewn about on the mattress.

Grabbing the flat sheet, I grip each end and circle my arms. The motion twists the linen, transforming it into a makeshift rope—the closest thing I can find to bondage in the sterile on call room. I spread my arms, snapping the fabric tight, testing its strength as I pivot back to face Claire.

She’s leaning against the door with a smug look on her face. A look that I intend to wipe right off her.

“Turn around,” I instruct, my voice lowering.

Claire’s smug expression shifts to one of curiosity before she complies, slowly spinning her body to face the door like I asked. Her desire to obey when she chooses never ceases to fascinate me. It’s like there’s a complete shift in her persona as she hands me complete control. It’s fucking sexy.

I approach her, gently lifting her long braid to drape it over her shoulder.

“Hands behind your back,” I say, my tone steady yet charged with an unspoken promise.

She laces her fingers together as her breathing escalates.

Leaning down, I wrap the makeshift rope around her wrists and forearms, improvising my knot to accommodate the width of the sheets. It should be firm enough to hold her in position, but not tight enough to cut off her circulation. I push my fingers beneath the restraint, taking a second to check in with her.

“That okay?” I ask, my breath warm against her ear.

Claire’s arms shift slightly, trying to get out of the hold. She sighs when she’s unsuccessful. “Yep.”

“Good girl,” I reply, grabbing hold of her shoulders and spinning her to face me. “I know normally we do take care of you first, but right now you’re going to open that delicate little throat of yours and let me fuck your face. Swallow me down and if you’re good, I’ll make it up to you afterward. Now get on your fucking knees.”

Her gorgeous eyes widen like she wasn’t expecting this, but she doesn’t say anything as she slowly sinks to her knees. The tension between us crackles, and I feel my cock flex at the sight of her in front of me.

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