Chapter 4: Climax
The piercing whine of the drill was tooth-achingly loud as it gnawed on my enamel. I tried to focus on anything else - the pristine white walls, the slick sterile smell, or the sound of Dr. Jane's soothing tones.
"Ms. Olivia, you're doing great," she said with a warm smile, senses heightened, and eyes shimmering, piercing right through me.
My eyes shifted uncomfortably through slanted slits, senses on high alert.
The strap of the headgear felt foreign, probing into the back of my mouth, its cool metallic touch brushing against my tongue. Its other end, concealed within the folds of my khaki pants, slipped deeper, nestling within my ass with an alarming intimacy.
I looked up at my dentist, Dr. Jane, whose expression remained as composed and professional as ever. With a subtle glint in her blue eyes, she ran her fingers along my jawline. "Let me know if it becomes too uncomfortable," she murmured.
The muffled sound of her voice sent a strange shiver down my spine. I nodded silently, trying to contain the odd mix of discomfort and excitement coursing through me as her fingers gently kneaded my cheeks.
Minutes later, when she finally pulled back and turned off the drill, I released a sighed in relief. She regarded me with a raised brow. "How did that feel?"
"Like nothing I've ever experienced," I murmured truthfully.
Dr. Jane surprised me by pausing her examination and holding my gaze.