The Intern

Chapter 11

I barely heard Levi's words through the sexual haze that was still clouding up my mind. My muscles felt heavy and weak, and I was certain that I had lost the ability to move. Not that I was complaining, of course. As a healthy teenage boy, I had experienced my fair share of orgasms, but none of them had been as mind-numbingly good as the one that took place in Levi's throne. And he didn't even physically put a hand on me until the very end, when he finally allowed me to buck against his skillful fingers until my mind reached the sweet oblivion it was still stuck in now.

Whatever he had done to me was dangerous; I knew that much. I had been shaken down to my core, but I knew I was in trouble now. I was ready and willing to do whatever he commanded if it would give me another taste of what I had just experienced, and if he asked me to go after Erwin now I would do so without question. And while part of me was exhilarated by the idea that I could be submissively his, the rest of me was left screaming in frustration. It infuriated me that I had been thrown off my initial goal of yelling at him for leaving me abandoned at the apartment. It angered me further to know that I almost didn't care. I was almost willing to drop what had happened tonight, and give in to his demands if it meant I could continue to have him tomorrow.

Almost.

But that wasn't who I was. At the end of the day, I would never be the type to submit fully and completely to another. The realization terrified me because what future could I possibly have with him if this was what he wanted? Not that there was ever any guarantee of a future at all, but I kept finding myself hopelessly praying there could be. I had never wanted anyone the way I wanted him, and I knew now that I never would. He was it. The end all-be all.

Was this even possible? How the hell had I fallen so deep so quickly? I met him days ago, and learned his name this morning. I was discovering new secrets about him every moment, and each was far more alarming than the last. I knew so little about him and yet I had never been so sure of anything in my life. I was drawn to him; inexplicably and irrevocably so. As if I had been made to find him, and everything in my body remembered even when my mind did not. I hated myself for allowing this to happen, and even more so for allowing it to continue this way. I should have stopped when I had the chance; hell, I should stop now. I should leave the internship, commit to 62 flights of stairs and avoid him for the rest of my life.

He snapped his fingers in front of my face to draw my gaze up to his, and all thoughts of a life without him vanished. "Did you hear me, brat? Let's get you cleaned up. And be careful when you stand. I swear if you get that shit on my throne you're going to be blowing your allowance to buy me a new one."

I stared up at him and then down at the mess that I had made in my lap; at the sticky semen that coated my stomach and hand, and suddenly I had an idea. Not exactly a brilliant idea by any stretch of the word, and I wasn't thrilled with what I would be doing. However, he had done such a masterful job of unnerving me and I was eager to get back at him. I wanted to see his carefully composed exterior come undone through my actions. I needed to see him as wrought with desire as I was, while knowing that I was the one he wanted.

I lifted my hand towards my lips and stared up at him, "Should I clean myself, Corporal?"

All the air left his lungs in one rush and I had to suppress the triumphant smile that threatened to take over my lips. He was looking between my hand and my mouth, his eyes darkening in a way that made the tension build in me once more. This was exactly what I wanted.

"Yes, clean yourself."

I was certain he wanted the words to be a hard command, but they came out in a broken rasp that betrayed his arousal. His pants, which offered little accommodation as it was, furthered the betrayal of his cool exterior. I had already begun to rattle him and I hadn't even put my tongue on myself yet. Suddenly I was no longer dreading the taste, which I had tried once when I was young and curious, and I realized that I was not only willing but also eager to give him a show that he would remember after tonight.