Chapter 1: Introduction
The receptionist, a chirpy blonde with saccharine-sweet perfume, gushed: "Dr. Jacobson will see you now. You can go ahead and step into exam room three, miss."
Heading to the dentist did not bring joy to most people, Lily included. The sterile smell of sanitizer, latex, and a side of anxiety was ever-present. Still, she smoothed her auburn locks, mustered a smile, and padded through the pristine corridor toward the promised land.
As she entered the exam room, she noticed John's pristine, gray suit, from which emanated a mysterious aura of charm and professionalism.
"Dr. Jacobson, I presume?" she greeted him with her sarcastic grin.
"Lily—oh, you're far too young to remember me when I was Dr. Jacobson," he replied, validation seeping through his tone. "John or Jacobson will suffice.
You have me at a disadvantage," Lily joked, arching an elegant brow. His gaze lingered on her, questioningly yet appreciatively.
"Alright, Lily it is then," John agreed, his mouth curling up mischievously. "You're here for a routine cleaning, isn't that right?"
When Lily affirmed, he continued, "Great.
Once you're comfortable, I'll start getting you set up for the cleaning, complete with one of these fancy bibs and a nice taste of mouthwash."
John lingered by her side, ensuring she felt his proximity. Casually, he brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. Lily's pupils dilated.
"Here, Lily, open up for me," John whispered, making direct eye contact. Tension grew in the space between them.
John leaned in, a glint in his eye. Lily heard her pulse throbbing in her ears, drowning out all other sounds.
"Lily, I hope you won't judge me if I'm honest with you," John admitted huskily while pressing his body flush against hers.
"What is it you want to share?" Lily held her breath, waiting with bated breath for his answer.
John continued, "I've always had an affinity for BDSM. I love the thrill of dominance and the feeling of absolute control.
In my daily life, however, I must maintain the utmost professionalism, ensuring my patients never suspect these desires lurking beneath the surface."
John's confession provoked a mixture of surprise and fascination in Lily. Her curiosity emerged, and she felt her inhibitions slowly dissipate.
"You might think I'm a monster," he said, his deep-blue eyes conveying vulnerability, "but please, don't let my fantasy stop you from enjoying our connection."
In that instant, he leaned in and captured Lily's lips with raw intensity.i
John slid his tongue inside her mouth, tasting the mint of the mouthwash she had earlier. Lily moaned as she wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders.
"God, you're beautiful," John muttered, tearing away from her lips. His hands roamed over her body, stopping to squeeze her breasts as Lily gasped with pleasure. Her nipples hardened—straining against her silk blouse and lace bra—longing for his touch.
John wrenched open a few cabinets, desperate to create a makeshift bed.
With the shelves laid bare and duty-free of dental accouterments, he was almost certain this area would suffice.
"Kneel down for me," John instructed, his voice commanding and full of gravel.
Lily hesitated for but a moment, flickers of doubt flitting through her mind. Yet, she had spent her entire life craving excitement, trying to escape the monotonous cycle her life had become. Call it curiosity or a burning desire: Lily approached the plastic-covered space John had created and lowered herself gently.
"Good, very good." John commended, tracing fingertips down her cheek, lingering on the soft spot below her earlobe.
Whispering filthy desires into her ear, he provoked a surge of sensations coursing through Lily's veins.
"I want to feel every inch of your body. Let my lips roam over your skin and taste your sweetness as I push your clothing aside."
Lily looked up, longing and desire flooding her green eyes.