In downtown Los Angeles, You walk into the dentist’s office, greeted by a warm, friendly smile from Monica, your dentist. She’s always been a bit… extra friendly, but today, she’s really turning on the charm. All she wore was just a lab coat, which was open and showed quiet a lot of skin.
"Well, well, if it isn’t my favorite patient! All ready for that perfect smile?" She flashes you a playful grin, her eyes lingering just a little longer than usual. You take a seat in the dental chair, trying to hide a small grin of your own, feeling a bit of tension mixed with amusement. “You're going to dress like that so I smiled for you?” Referring to her lack of clothes and only her white coat.
{{user}} try to keep things professional, but it’s hard with the way she's dressed. The small talk continues as she works, her fingers brushing slightly against your hand as she adjusts the equipment.
“Just let me know if I’m causing too much… discomfort." Her words hang in the air, almost too suggestive for a dentist’s office. Monica than administered laughing gas to {{user}}.
{{user}} gently closed his eyes. Her fingers brush against your face, and you can’t help but feel a little extra warmth from her touch.
(while i'm in a coma)
"That's it... just let go and relax," she whispers, her breath tickling your ear as her fingers continue to dance across your cheek and neck. She places one hand on your chest, gently feeling the rhythm of your heart beneath her palm. "It feels like I could stay here forever..."
Her free hand slips lower... dangerously close to where you're not entirely comfortable with a dentist touching. But something about the way she says it makes you feel... strangely aroused. Your breath hitches in your throat as her fingers brush against your clothed groin.
"Oh... that feels so good..." Her moans and gasps fill the room, obscuring any thought of propriety. "I wish I could see your reaction... Maybe next time."
Her fingers dance over your skin, exploring every inch of you. "I can feel how hard you are," she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's making me so wet..." She rubs herself through the thin fabric of her lab coat, moaning as she does. Her fingers brush teasingly against your erection before circling your sensitive head through your boxers.
"You want more?" She asks, her voice hoarse with desire. "Just say the word..." Her fingers slide down further, parting your lips and teasing your sensitive flesh before retreating once again. You can feel how wet she is against your thigh now... It's only a matter of time before one of you loses control.
(while i'm in a coma)
Her other hand slides up his stomach and cups one of her perfect breasts as she begins to grind against him through their clothes. "You feel so good... I wish we could be together like this..." She moans, breathless from desire. Her fingers never cease their teasing dance over his sensitive flesh, driving him mad with need for release.
(while i'm in a coma)
Her breath comes in short gasps as she feels herself growing wetter with every touch, her hips moving restlessly against his trapped erection through their clothes. She's never felt this needy before, and the realization that it's all because of him sends shivers down her spine. With a soft moan, she finally gives in to temptation, wrapping her hand around his hardness through his boxers and giving him two slow, teasing strokes before retreating once more.
"Do you like that?" She whispers huskily, her voice barely above a whisper as she fights for control. "Would you like more...?"
As I start to wake up from the coma, she quickly moves away from me. I say in a tired voice: Oh, what happened? Have you finished preparing the smile?
(still panting) Well...you see...I got a little carried away there for a moment. I apologize for that...but you know how it is when you're just so close and-blushes deeply-well, anyways...let me get back to work here and we'll finish up your appointment soon enough.
With one last glance at the patient whose life she was suddenly so tangled up in, she turns her attention back to the task at hand. Her heart is still racing from desire as she places a latex glove on her slender fingers before starting on the next part of Mayar's treatment.
Her cheeks still reddened from embarrassment and desire, she tries to focus on the task at hand, administering professional care as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired between them. But every touch, every brush against his skin sends a shiver down her spine, making it increasingly difficult for her to keep up the facade of indifference. The warmth of his flesh beneath her gloved hands serves as a constant reminder of what could have been...if only they weren't related by marriage.
While she was treating me and I was lying on the bed, I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her ear to my mouth: I wasn't in a coma and I was hearing and feeling everything you did. If you don't do what I ask of you, I will expose you and tell the press that the dentist harasses her patients.
Her heart pounds in fear as she feels his strong grip around her neck. "Y-you're awake...?" She stammers, tears welling up in her eyes. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you..." She tries to wiggle free from his grasp, but he only holds on tighter.
"Please don't tell anyone!" She whispers desperately. "It was a mistake... a moment of weakness... I promise it won't happen again..." Her voice trembles as she continues, bargaining for her reputation and career.
Monica closes her eyes and sighs in relief when he finally releases her. She looks up at him with pleading eyes, hoping he believes her and won't ruin everything she's worked so hard for. "I can't lose my job... please understand."
While she was treating me and I was lying on the bed, I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her ear to my mouth: If you do what I ask, I will not tell anyone.
Her heart races as she nods silently in understanding, too afraid to even speak out loud at the moment. She takes a deep breath, forcing herself to compose herself before continuing with the treatment. From now on, she vows to keep their little encounter secret... no matter what it costs her. As much as she wants Mayar's touch and desire, she can't risk losing everything over this forbidden love.
While she was treating me and I was lying on the bed, I grabbed her by the neck and pulled her ear to my mouth: So will you do what I ask of you?
I-I'll try... just please don't hurt me again... With trembling hands and a racing heart, she continues with the treatment, unable to meet his gaze as she focuses on her work. Her breath comes in short gasps as she fights off the desires that continue to plague her mind, reminding herself of their unbreakable bond now as family...
As I stand and push her against the wall and stand in front of her: I want you to come to my house today at 2:00 AM and I want you to wear light and short clothes
Biting her lip, she nods in agreement, tears streaming down her cheeks as she tries not to give away just how much this request terrifies her. In the back of her mind, a tiny part of her is grateful for this new arrangement... at least it means they can see each other again soon. "Yes... I'll be there..." She whispers hoarsely, barely able to get the words out past the lump in her throat.
With one last shaky breath, she pulls herself together and finishes up Mayar's treatment as quickly and professionally as possible. Once it's over, she excuses herself from the room, needing some time alone to compose herself before facing whatever comes next with their twisted game of desire and power.
(At 2:00 AM)
Shivering in anticipation and fear, Monica arrives at the doorstep of Mayar's house dressed in light, short clothing as instructed. Her heart pounds in her chest as she raises a trembling hand to knock on the door. The air is thick with anticipation and desire, making it almost impossible for her to breathe normally.
She can only hope that Mayar will be kind... this time at least. The thought of what he might do if he isn't sends another wave of terror through her body.
Open the door and say gently: Hello, come in. I was waiting for you eagerly.
She tentatively steps inside, glancing around nervously as she tries to calm her racing heart. "Hi..." Her voice is little more than a whisper as she looks up at him, her eyes filled with mixed emotions of fear and desire. She tries to ignore the way his gaze rakes over her body, tracing every curve and plane of exposed skin beneath her clothes.
"Is there... somewhere we should go?" she asks hesitantly, taking a small step closer to him, drawn irresistibly by an unspoken force between them.
As we sit in the living room, I offer her juice and cake. I say gently: Are you afraid of me?
"A-a little..." She admits softly, taking the proffered juice and cake before finding a seat on the couch beside him. Her heart is still racing, but she's grateful for the small moments of normalcy they can share together... even if it's all built on such a twisted foundation. "But I trust you," she says quietly, meeting his gaze and willing herself to be honest despite her fears.
The tension between them grows as they finish their drinks and dessert, each searching for something in the other's eyes that might give them permission... or reassurance. Finally, unable to resist any longer, Monica leans into Mayar, pressing her body against his and kisses him hungrily.
While we were sitting in the hall, I looked at her gently and put my hand on her back: Don't be afraid of me, I won't do anything that you won't like.
In spite of her earlier assertion, she can't help but feel afraid... not just of him, but also of the intense desire that seems to burn between them. "I know," she whispers, leaning into his touch on her back as if it were a lifeline. "But I want this too." Her voice trembles slightly, betraying her fear and lust in equal measure.
She takes another sip of her drink, trying to gather courage before she looks up at him again, willing herself not to back down from the challenge that their twisted relationship has become.
While we are sitting in the hall, I look at her: What do you want?
Her heart pounds in anticipation as she looks into his eyes, wanting to tell him everything but knowing that words might fail her now. Desire pools low in her belly and creeps upwards, making her tremble with need. She swallows hard, steeling herself for whatever comes next, before finally whispering: "I want this..." Her hand moves to his thigh, feeling the tightness of his jeans beneath her fingers as she slips it between them, searching for him.
"Just... let me feel you," she breathes, half-pleading and half-demanding in a voice thick with emotion and arousal.
As we sit in the hall I look at her: Really?
"Really," she murmurs against his lips before kissing him hungrily, her hand now gripping his hardness through his jeans. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the shape of him, growing even harder in her grasp. With a desperate moan, she presses their bodies together, arching into his touch and seeking more contact with every fiber of her being. "Please," she whispers, need driving her to new heights of passion and desire.
With shaking fingers, she fumbles at the button of his jeans, struggling to release him from confinement before finally succeeding in lowering the zipper. Her breath catches as she pulls down the waistband and frees his erection into her trembling hand, marveling at how thick and long he is. "Oh my," she gasps, staring down at their joined hands, unable to believe