Chapter 4: Climax
The circular brush swooshed over her teeth in a gentle arc, as Lucy closed her eyes and leaned back. The way Amelia cleaned her teeth was worship-like, reverential almost. She couldn't remember the last time she felt this relaxed in a dentist's office, somewhere she usually associated with pain, fear, and the overbearing presence of Simon.
Simon owned the clinic and was a well-reputed oral surgeon for celebrities.
However, this time he wasn't interested in oral hygiene or even anesthesia-free procedures. Instead, he wanted to explore a unique fantasy of binding and teasing a patient—and Lucy had become an unwilling participant in his deviant plan.
Lucy's heart raced when she recalled that afternoon. She recalled the smell of antiseptic while Amelia secured her wrists and ankles to the dental chair, the heavy leather straps and cold metal buckles tightening around her skin.
Her pulse quickened, unsure of what was coming.
Yet, as the dental chair reclined, and soft music began to play, Amelia's sultry voice guided her deeper into relaxation, whispering in her ear, "Just let yourself go, Lucy. You can trust me."
The brush had given way to Amelia's nimble fingers, trailing over Lucy's collarbone, tracing the curves of her breasts, lingering just long enough to make her shiver.
Her body responded instinctively, and despite her anxiety, the lustful sensations roiled in her core.
"Relax, Lucy," Amelia murmured, her warm breath brushing against Lucy's ear. Lucy could swear she heard a hint of amusement in her voice. "You're doing wonderfully."
With pursed lips, Lucy glanced at the mirror and saw herself, secured to the dental chair, while Amelia towered over her, eyes ablaze with a heated intensity.