Chapter 3: Rising Action
Olivia struggled in vain against the cold leather straps that held her wrists and legs. The labored circles her chest made under the dim light formed a cruel contrast to the sterile environment that immerged from the dimness. The metallic stench from the equipment bureaucratically lined up on the side of the room felt like an additional layer to the translucent white coat of Dr. Drake, the man installed upon the dentist chair in the center of the room.
A mask of perfectionism veiled the softness of her young features.
The harsh dentist light revealed, for the first time, the faintest traces of fear in her usually defiant eyes. Fear of the unknown, fear of the limitations and of the lack of control that the restraints enforced upon her. Olivia had always been a fiercely independent spirit, and now she struggled to maintain a grip on her own identity, her own feminity, exposed as she was, fully naked and adorned in black leather gear.
Dr. Drake caught that glimmer in Olivia's eye and his lips curled upwards in a predatory smile.
He leaned forward, his hands dexterously moving over the new instruments arranged on his tray.Red and blue latex gloves worked their way up his long fingers as he eyed Olivia, whose breathing became heavy.
"Relax, Olivia." His voice, deep and sultry, felt like a warm embrace. Trust melting the outline of her lips.She closed her eyes, attracting long breaths through her nose, and release them in soft whistles. Her whole body softened as she waited for the unavoidable to come.
The familiar odor of antiseptic and latex filled her nostrils, as she heard the hesitant footsteps of Dr. Drake approaching her. He ran his index along her cheek, tracing her jawline and admiring the softness of her skin, the compliance in her gaze, interrupted only by the sharp intensity of her blue eyes.
"Consider this, Olivia, an experience of total and utter surrender.
It's not every day that you entrust a man you barely know with your pleasure and pain." Dr. Drake's voice purred as he looked intensely into Olivia's eyes, making a shiver run down her spine.
"Aren't you going to brace me?" she asked, her voice barely audible through her dry lips.
"Not the way you're thinking, but I'll certainly equip you with the finest metal brackets you've ever had in that mouth," he answered with a playful wink.
"But first, I want you to feel the pleasure and pain I promised -- in this order. I'm afraid you won't be allowed to move much. You need to trust me entirely."
Drake grabbed a black leather mask from the tray on the side of the chair, covered with a mysterious assortment of metal, latex, and leather. The mask had two holes for Olivia's eyes, a hole for her nose, and a wide opening for her mouth.
Dr. Drake took a black latex butt plug and pushed it inside his pocket.
"Let's get started, shall we?"
He carefully placed the leather mask over Olivia's face, securing it tightly. She could no longer see anything but darkness.
"Open your mouth," he demanded. Olivia obeyed, nervously anticipating his next move. Drake held her jaw open and slid the cold, stiff metal brackets over her teeth, one by one, and fastened them to the back of her mouth.
"Breathe through your nose," he reminded her, as adrenaline started to course through her body.
She did as she was told. With each inhale Olivia became more and more aware of her vulnerability, her most sensitive skin exposed to the coolness of the room.
Dr. Drake licked his lips as he admired her silhouette. Her beautifully perky breasts, pink nipples erect, contrasted with her soft white skin. The line of her hips willowy and inviting—a perfect landing spot for his hands.
He leaned over her, feeling the warmth of her body radiate against his skin. Gently, his lips met hers.