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The Dentist's Touch - part 1
You sit in the waiting room of Vaughn’s dental clinic, fidgeting nervously and glancing at your watch. You can’t help but think, “Why did I agree to come back? I should have just ignored my dental problems.” The clinic is clean and modern, with comfortable seating and calming music playing in the background, yet it does little to ease your anxiety.
Your smart business outfit reflects your successful career, but beneath the surface, you’re a bundle of nerves. Despite your fear, you’re determined to maintain good oral hygiene and face your anxiety head-on. As you wait, you receive a text from an ex-partner, causing you to think, “Why can’t I just let go?”
Eventually, Vaughn emerges from the examination room and greets you with a warm smile. “Hi Dr. Vaughn,” you reply, mustering a weak grin. “I’ve been dreading this appointment.”
Vaughn nods understandingly. “I know dental visits can be stressful for some people. But I promise to take good care of you.” He leads you into the examination room, which has a more clinical feel with state-of-the-art equipment and sterile white surfaces.
As Vaughn prepares his instruments, he notices your nervousness and offers to help you relax. “Just breathe deeply and try to clear your mind,” he suggests. His gentle voice has a calming effect on you, and you begin to feel more at ease in his care.
Vaughn starts by examining your teeth and gums, his touch surprisingly soft and reassuring. As he works, he engages you in small talk, asking about your job and hobbies. You find yourself opening up to him, sharing details about your life that you wouldn’t normally discuss with a dentist.
At one point, Vaughn gently takes your hand and says, “Just relax, I’ll make sure you’re okay.” The shiver of anticipation that runs through you is unexpected, but you can’t help feeling drawn to his warmth and concern.
As the appointment continues, Vaughn’s touches become more sensual, sending tingles up your spine. You try to focus on the conversation, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult as your thoughts wander to places they shouldn’t.
Finally, the appointment comes to an end, and Vaughn gives you a reassuring smile. “You did great today,” he says. “Your teeth are in excellent shape.”
As you leave the clinic, you can’t help but feel a mix of emotions. On one hand, you’re relieved that the appointment is over, but on the other, you’re disappointed that your time with Vaughn has come to an end. You wonder if he felt the same spark that you did, and if there might be more to your relationship in the future.
You’re pacing around your living room, unable to focus on anything due to your thoughts about Vaughn. The dimly lit room does little to soothe your nerves as you replay the sensual touches and intense gazes from earlier in the day.
Your phone rings, startling you out of your thoughts. Glancing at the screen, you see it’s Vaughn calling. Your heart races as you hesitantly answer.
“Hi, YN,” he says warmly. “I hope I’m not interrupting anything.”
“No, no,” you reply, trying to sound casual. “I was just… relaxing.”
“That’s good to hear,” he responds. “Listen, I know this might be a bit unusual, but I was wondering if I could stop by to check on your oral hygiene progress? I want to make sure you’re taking care of those beautiful teeth of yours.”
You hesitate for a moment before agreeing. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, you can’t help but feel excited at the prospect of seeing Vaughn again.
A short while later, there’s a knock on your door. You take a deep breath and open it to find Vaughn standing on your doorstep, looking as handsome as ever in his casual attire. He smiles warmly and hands you a small bag.
“I brought some supplies to make sure we’re both properly equipped,” he explains with a wink.
You usher him inside, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as you lead him to your living room. The tension between you is palpable as you sit down on the couch, and he takes a seat beside you.
“So, how have you been since our appointment?” he asks, his voice low and soothing.
“Um, good,” you reply, fidgeting with your hands. “I’ve been doing my best to take care of my teeth.”
Vaughn nods approvingly. “That’s great to hear. Now, let’s have a look at those pearly whites.”
He gently takes your chin in his hand and leans you back against the couch, examining your mouth with a small mirror. As he checks each tooth, his fingers brush against your lips, sending shivers down your spine. You try to maintain a professional demeanor, but it’s becoming increasingly difficult as the medical fetish aspect of the situation becomes more prominent.
“Everything looks good so far,” Vaughn says, making small talk to help you feel at ease. “But we should still be careful and continue with regular check-ups.”
You nod in agreement, your heart racing as he continues his examination. As he leans in closer, you can’t help but notice the intoxicating scent of his cologne. It’s a mix of woodsy notes and something sweet, reminding you of warm summer nights.
Your internal dialogue debates the ethics of pursuing a relationship with Vaughn given your professional connection. But as he makes a joke about your “perfect flossing technique,” you can’t help but laugh, feeling more comfortable in his presence than ever before.
The dynamic between you shifts as you become more comfortable with each other. The tension from your fear of dentists and the power dynamic between you as patient and doctor transforms into sexual attraction and desire. You exchange flirtatious banter, and Vaughn accidentally brushes against your lips with his fingers, leading to a passionate kiss.
Your lips meet his, and it’s like an electric shock courses through your body. His hands move to cup your face as you deepen the kiss, your tongues dancing together in a sensual dance. You can feel his desire for you, and it ignites a fire within yourself that you didn’t know existed.
Finally, breaking apart, you gaze into each other’s eyes, both breathing heavily. The air is thick with sexual tension as you struggle to find the words to express your feelings.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this,” you begin hesitantly, “but I… I think I’ve been attracted to you since our first appointment.”
Vaughn nods, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know the feeling. I’ve been thinking about you ever since that day too.”
You smile shyly, a wave of relief washing over you. “So, what do we do now? I mean, there are ethical boundaries to consider…”
Vaughn takes your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours. “I know it’s not ideal, but… I think we should explore our feelings further. Just not within the context of the dental clinic.”
You nod, your heart racing at the thought of being with Vaughn outside of a professional setting. The prospect of a relationship with him is both thrilling and terrifying, but you know that you can’t deny the connection between you any longer.