The Intern

Chapter 39

A few months later...

I couldn't take this anymore.

My hands twisted futilely, fighting against the rope that was so skillfully binding them in place and rendering them useless. They were held up by the thick cord, tied to a metal bar that was somewhere above my head. Or at least that's what I had to imagine was holding me in place. Whatever it was had enough strength behind it to keep me from struggling out of its grip. Even still, I couldn't be sure of what it was. Even if I wanted to look, I wouldn't be able to.

I couldn't see.

The blindfold around my eyes was dark and thick enough to block out any hope of light. I could have had the sun shining directly in front of me and not have seen a thing. But that was the way he wanted it. He didn't want me to be able to see what might be coming next. He wanted me to lack as many senses as he could deprive me of, short of hearing and touch. He wanted me to hear this. And even more, he wanted me to feel it.

And I did.

Even without the sound of buzzing filling the room, I would have felt every agonizing second. I gritted my teeth together, knowing that I couldn't allow myself to scream or breathe a word. No matter how desperately I wanted to. It was almost impossible to keep everything inside, but so far I had managed to do just that and I was determined not to break now. Not when I knew he was trying to get me to. He wanted to see me crack, wanted that satisfaction, but I wouldn't give it to him. Not as long as I could fight it.

"You're struggling..."

I grunted in frustration, but gave nothing more to allude to the fact that he was absolutely correct. Of course, he knew that already. Even without me telling him, my struggle was disappointingly obvious. I couldn't keep myself from fighting against the rope around my wrists, although I had learned to keep my hips from moving. The ropes that were binding my calves to my thighs, the ones tied tight just below my knees, made any movement impossible. The most I could do was wriggle my hips, and doing so would only make the agony that much worse.

Because no matter how much I moved, I couldn't get that fucking vibrator where I needed it most.

It was buzzing wildly inside of me, taunting me from every angle as if it knew what I so desperately wanted. The bottom of the device was pressed flat and tight against my asshole, keeping it from diving inside completely; something I would be thankful for later but right now it drove me nuts. My cock, which was throbbing to the point of pain, had a little vibrating egg taped to its base in order to further my arousal. Which it did with exquisite perfection, and normally I would have been blissful for it. But not now.

Not when I had an order to follow.

"Control yourself, Eren."

A groan dragged its way out of my throat and I puffed up my cheeks when a rough sigh was denied its release through my clenched teeth. I knew if I opened my mouth now I would give into everything entirely, and I didn't want to do that yet. He had been very clear about what he wanted from me, and I was determined to give it to him. I wasn't allowed to have my orgasm until he deemed me worthy of it, until I had earned it in his eyes. I couldn't say a word, not even his name. Moaning, he agreed, was almost impossible to control, but I was trying anyway because I wanted to please him. Even more than that, I wanted to impress him.

Because knowing that I had, knowing that he enjoyed what I was able to do, was somehow more gratifying than any physical pleasure he had ever shown me before.

He had told me it would be like this back when we first started, but I didn't believe him then. I couldn't imagine ever enjoying anything more than the sex we'd already had. It was mind numbing on its own, even before all the tricks we'd added over the past few months, but this was so much more. I felt like I was his in the truest sense of the word. I gave myself to him entirely and he took everything as if each part of me were its own gift. I was his, fully and completely.