"Have a seat, Miss Swan. I will be in to see you shortly."
Miss Swan had been a patient of mine for two years now. Cute, petite, and gorgeous gleaming white teeth. She kept her teeth meticulously clean, probably because of her overwhelming fear of dentists. I had to give her credit for bravery just coming for a cleaning. I suppose, if you have a gut-wrenching fear of dentists, it's best to keep your teeth as clean as possible in the interim, so you don't have to endure the more painful and torturous procedures.
Unfortunately, Miss Swan's anxiety was so intense that she was forced to be partially sedated, even for simple tooth cleanings. This would be fine, under normal circumstances, except that when she was under sedation of any type, she got a bit...flirty.
Okay, she got a bit more than flirty.
She was quite..."hands on".
My sister, Alice, who was also my dental assistant, thought this was hilarious. Personally, I thought she just liked watching me squirm. More unfortunately, was that my sister was sick today, and the other dental assistant was on vacation. This meant that I was going to have to work extra hard to keep Miss Swan's hands to herself.
A brief thought flitted through my mind of leather wrist straps, which resulted in yet ANOTHER hard-on. Great.
Yes, I might have a tiny crush on Miss Swan...if by tiny, you mean epic and wholly overwhelming.
As if the misfortune of having no assistant wasn't enough, I was going to be forced to take her home, as well. This was not a typical thing for me to do with patients, mind you. I was doing it out of the goodness of my heart, because Alice and Miss Swan were old college buddies and Alice was usually called upon by Bella to take her home.
Miss Swan usually scheduled herself for the last appointment of the day and then was driven home, half-baked, by my giggling sister. Alice used to tease Bella that she was going to videotape Bella's ramblings and musings, possibly posting them on YouTube. Bella may have threatened Alice's life in retaliation. I chuckled a bit at that thought and headed out to the waiting room.
"Miss Swan?"
She looked up from the magazine she was reading, the trembling of her hands giving away her nervousness. Her steps were even slower, as if she were walking to the electric chair.
"How are you today?" I asked, making small talk and attempting to distract her.
"F-fine. I'm fine."
I arched an eyebrow at her in disbelief.
Her eyes fell to the floor, "O-okay, so I'm not th-that fine."
"Well, Miss Swan, you're in good hands. I promise. Never lost a patient."
A nervous snort/giggle escaped her mouth, which she covered with her trembling hand. "I know you are a good dentist. I've never had a problem with you, yet. I just...I had a bad experience when I was little...and...well...it kind of scarred me for life."
I wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder and flashed her a confident smile. "I understand. It happens more often than you think. I'll do my best to make sure you have a peaceful experience, Miss Swan, agreed?"
"Bella."
"Bella?"
"Yeah, you can call me Bella. And yes, I-I agree."
"Did Alice call you?"
She nervously bit her bottom lip, "Um, yeah, she told me. You're going to drive me home then?"
"Sure. And I promise, nothing you say can or will be used against you on YouTube," I laughed, trying to add a bit of humor to our conversation to relax her.
"Well, thank goodness for small favors. Also, I'll have you know that if Alice DID try to convince you with a bribe, I'll pay you double what she's offering to keep it off YouTube as well."
I didn't want to mention to her some of the X-rated things she was prone to saying or doing in my presence under sedation. I don't think YouTube allowed porn anyway, so she was safe.
Another squeeze around her tiny shoulder and I'd have to release her, lest she think I'm some sort of lecherous pervert.
The room was prepped and ready for her. IV station beside the chair, equipment hidden from her sight by a cloth, which wouldn't appear until she'd been properly sedated.
We'd had this discussion during her first consultation. She required only three things: 1) IV sedation, as laughing gas made her vomit; 2) Allowance for her to use her iPod, so she could listen to her relaxation music that she'd received from her therapist; and 3) As little equipment visible, as possible. First sight of any shiny silver tool and she'd be up and running. Thankfully, that hadn't happened yet. I was hoping it never would. I was the longest running dentist of her life and I valued her trust in me.
"Okay, have a seat, Miss...er, Bella. I'll let you get your music started while I prepare the IV."
She hurriedly rifled through her purse and pulled out the tiny silver iPod with pink noise-cancelling earbuds and situated herself on the chair.
I turned around to see her cocooned in her long trench coat, hands shoved tightly into the pockets.
"Bella, I'll need you to remove the jacket."
She flushed a beautiful shade of pink. "Oh, yeah...sorry."
I turned back around to saturate the cotton pad with antiseptic and nearly dropped it on the floor. Bella wore a stunning satin crimson colored button-down blouse with a deep v-neck, coupled with a charcoal black pencil skirt and four inch black peep-toe pumps. If I stood at the head of the chair, I'd be able to see the detail of her bra, as the blouse gaped in all the wrong...or, right places.
I was so distracted by this beautiful creature in front of me that I hadn't even noticed that she was paying no attention to me, her earbuds firmly in place, eyes closed, and practicing deep breathing exercises in an attempt to calm herself a bit.
Her left hand rested comfortably on the armrest of the chair and I moved to swab her hand with the antiseptic. It didn't escape my notice that she tensed when the cool liquid swiped over her skin. I spent more time than was really necessary, rubbing slow relaxing circles with the disinfectant, until she had unclenched her muscles a bit. Before she had a chance to think about the needle being inserted, I just got down to business and popped it in as quickly and carefully as I could. I thanked any higher power that would listen for her good veins. I taped the needle securely onto her hand, as she had a tendency to move around more than a bit while under the influence.
I walked back to the sink, disinfecting my hands more thoroughly than they needed to be and covered them with latex gloves, while I waited for the drugs to take effect.
When I turned around, I could tell they'd already begun to work, as a lazy smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.
"Okay, Bella, let's get started, shall we?"
"Mmmmmm..." was her lethargic response.
So far, so good. This would be a piece of cake.
Ha Ha, Alice. Ha Ha.
I got out the paper bib and laid it on her chest, attaching the chain to one side and trying to slip the other end behind her neck. It wouldn't slip easily behind her head, so I cupped behind her neck and pulled her head forward. Bella misunderstood and reached forward, wrapping her tiny hand around the back of my neck and attempted to kiss me, eyes closed and lips puckered comically.
My hand let go of her neck and reached behind mine to untangle her fingers from my hair. God, it felt so good there. I may or may not have allowed her to drag her fingertips slowly down the length of my jaw, before her hand fell heavily into her lap. She was looking at me now with an exaggerated pout.
"Now Bella, I need you to behave yourself. Let's open up so I can take some pictures of your teeth," I directed, in the voice I usually reserved for my youngest patients.
The pout remained and her mouth remained closed. My index finger nudged her lower jaw downward and I attempted to place the bite wings into her mouth. As I put my fingers into her mouth, she reached up and clasped tightly onto my arm, bringing my finger across her tongue, sucking it like...well, you know.
I felt my pants tighten as my dick sprung to life in response.
"Fuck..." I muttered under my breath, placing her hand again onto the armrest, not removing it until I was sure it was going to stay there a while.
I nudged her mouth back open with my other hand and finally succeeded in placing the bite wings and pushing her mouth closed. I placed the lead vest across her chest and she seemed to snuggle down further into the chair. It looked as if she'd fallen asleep, peaceful as an angel, with her wavy mahogany hair splayed out over the edges. I quickly went to the other room and clicked the picture of her teeth and settled back into the stool beside her to remove the vest and bite wings.
She snored a bit as I reached in and grabbed the film from her mouth. Good, maybe she'd sleep through the rest of the procedure. That would be a first.
The pictures showed a mostly perfect set of teeth. Unfortunately for Bella, there was a small occlusion that would possibly need to be filled within the next few months. Damn, so much for perfect records. I'd ask her if she wanted me to take care of that today, but being incoherent from the medication didn't afford me the opportunity.
Deciding to suck it up and get to work on the cleaning, I placed the tube in her mouth that would suck all of the debris and excess saliva from her mouth. Bella had other ideas, however. Her tongue reached forward and tried to lick the edges of the tube. I quickly pulled it back.
"Bella? I need you to open your mouth and I'm going to place this under your tongue. You'll need to hold still."
Her eyes opened, blurry with the drugs that were warming her body. "Hmmmmm?"
Slowly, her hand reached up and pulled the earbuds from her ears. One of the earbud's padding remained in her ear. I chuckled and removed the offending remnant from her ear and carefully placed it back on the earbud. She giggled. "A lil pinkie marrrmallllooowww."
"Sweetie, I need you to open wide and let me put the tube in your mouth and under your tongue."
"Mmm...kay, mmmllliiiike marrrmallllooooow," she complied, lazily, rolling her eyes up into her head as she opened her mouth.
I brought the tube back to her mouth and she obeyed, keeping the tube hooked in place, right where I needed it.
Now, not only was the medication hindering her speech, but so was the tube.
"Beeeeehhhhh, disss noooot marrrrmallloooooow."
She was too adorable for words. Our eyes met, when hers weren't rolling into the back of her head that is. "That's because it's not a marshmallow, Bella. Now, I need you to be very, very quiet, so I can work on your teeth. Okay?"
"I noooooo ike wahhhing ahnnnn teeh."
"I know you don't like me working on your teeth, but I'll be quick, okay?" I'd become quite good at translating over the years.
"Nooooooo...nah kiiiiiick...ike slloooooooooow."
Shit. How much harder was I going to get? Focus, Cullen, just focus.
Then, she started giggling. A lot. If my hands weren't full of tooth gunk, I would have pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration, or ran my hands through my hair.
"Bella, you need to be quiet. No talking. No giggling. Okay?"
She saluted me in an exaggerated fashion, then pretended to lock her mouth shut and throw away the key. I rolled my eyes, shaking my head and laughing.
Her fingers came up to meet her lips.
"Shhhhhhhh..." she slobbered around her fingertips.
"Ewwwwww..." she exclaimed, as she noticed the stringing spit dangling from it. I reached for her hand and wiped it off on the corner of her bib.
"See this armrest, Bella? I need your hand to stay right...there." I placed it back on the armrest. Please let it stay there. Please!
And, before she could say another word, "And no talking."
She nodded.
I uncovered my tray of tools and picks, removing one to remove the plaque and tarter buildup from around and between her teeth. I scraped and picked out tiny remnants that her toothbrush and floss had not removed. It wasn't too bad. I squirted water over her teeth and sucked it up with the tube. Bella still remained quiet and still. I muttered another prayer of thanks to the heavens.
I half-stood to begin work on her back teeth, leaning forward a bit to get a better look, when my cock brushed up against the armrest. The armrest that currently had her hand resting on it. Or, at least it was until just a few seconds ago. Shit.
Her hands bumped into my hardened bulge. Then, the back of her hand stroked up in a maddeningly slow path to the tip. Then down to the base, curling around to allow her knuckles, one by one, to brush over my balls. I stood there, frozen, eyes closed...kinda hyperventilating.
Dead animals. My grandmother's naked body. Bloody puppies on the side of the road.
Nope, that wasn't cutting it. My breath quickened and I tried with all my might to gain control.
Her hand turned around and palmed my erection, then gave it a light squeeze. I may have heard a choir of angels singing. I can't really be sure, as all the blood has traveled down to my nether regions, leaving my brain decidedly oxygen and blood deprived.
Stifling a moan, I reached for Bella's hand and placed it in her lap. I've never been more thankful that this drug is an amnesiac.
She let out a tiny whimper and jutted her little lip out again. I wanted to push it back in. With my cock.
I do the "I'm a professional" chant about a million times until I can stop my hands from shaking.
I began to scrape and pick away again, hyper-focusing on each individual tooth. I was so concentrated on the task at hand that I didn't even notice Bella's hand, which had previously been stroking my cock into submission, start to creep down to the hem of her skirt, skimming it up her thigh, and then back up to the juncture between her legs.
"Mmmm...guhhhhhh..." she moaned, her head arching back against the head rest and causing me to have to remove my hands from her mouth and notice what she was doing.
I choked a bit on the lump in my throat, as she began to stroke and press against her mound, moaning and writhing in pleasure.
"Maays meee hoooornyyyyyy."
Of course, the drugs made her horny. Great.
"Bella, you need to keep your hand on your stomach, okay sweetheart?" I ground out between gasping breaths.
"Meeeeeeeannnnieeeeee..." she slurred.
"Mere," she directed, crooking her finger at me. I don't know what I was thinking, but I stepped closer. Like I said, there wasn't much oxygen getting to my brain.
Her hand reached out and grabbed my hand, placing it on her stomach.
"Um, Bella? I need YOUR hand on your stomach. Not mine."
"Pfffffffttttt," Bella raspberried at me. Admittedly, even with the half teaspoon of drool that accompanied it, she was still turning me on.
And then she struck gold, or rather I did, when she pulled my hand between her thighs and I felt the evidence of her heat burning at my fingertips. It was scorching and just enough to pull me back into something resembling reality. Reluctantly, I pulled my hand away.
"Bella," I attempted to get her attention...between panting, that is, "you REALLY, really need to stop doing that."
She giggled a bit, then brought her hands together on her chest and closed her eyes. It looked like she was trying to imitate someone in a casket. I didn't care, as long as it got her to stop touching me, touching herself, and...shit, I was gonna cum in my pants if I didn't stop thinking about this.
"Good girl," I praised her. "Now let's get to cleaning those teeth."
"Guhhhhhhhh," she moaned, her chest heaving a bit. I tried not to look as I mixed the paste together.
"Strawberry or bubble gum flavoring?"
Her response was another giggle.
"You knoooooow whaaaa I liiiiiieeee..."
"Bubble gum, then?" I questioned, turning around to see her nodding enthusiastically. "Alright, open wide. We're almost done!"
"Heeeeeeeee," she drowsily laughed.
One by one, I scoured each tooth until it glinted in the overhead light. Beautiful. Not a bad job, if I did say so myself. Bella had kept her hands clasped together on her chest and had behaved herself through the rest of the cleaning and for that I was eternally grateful.
I sprayed her mouth with water and swish it around in her mouth to remove the remaining debris and brought the tube towards her mouth to suck the liquid out. Most doctors had their patients spit into a sink, but it always annoyed me, because the saliva would be so thick that it would string from the little sink to their lips and when they attempted to wipe it with the bib, it would string to that as well. This was much less messy, in my opinion. Besides, as looped as she was, I could only imagine the mess she'd make.
I moved the tube toward her mouth, but she held her hand up, wordlessly informing me that she hadn't finished swishing.
"Okay, Bella. I think that's enough for now. Let's open up a bit so I can get that nasty stuff cleared out. Ready?"
I should have seen it coming. Really, I should have. I've been doing dentistry for 10 years and all my training should have prepared me for it, but it didn't. I blame Bella and her red satin blouse...the blouse that currently had the watery mess running down the front of it.
"Reeeehhhhrreeeeee."
Sighing loudly, I replied, "I see that you're ready and...it looks like you made quite a mess in doing so."
"Ohhhhhhh nooooooooo!" she cried, attempting to soak up the mess with her bib. It wasn't working. "I spenna hunned dollah onnissss!"
"Bella?" I tried to get her attention. She just kept swiping it, stringing the gooey saliva all over the place. "Bella! Here, let me take care of that."
I moved her hands out of the way and removed the bib. It was every-damn-where. On her skirt, her blouse, and because of her seated position, it was running between her legs through the cotton. My hands raked over my face. There was no way I could drive her home looking like that. What was I going to do?
"I'm going to go find you something else to wear. I'll be right back," and with that, I left Bella in the chair and frantically looked in the supply closet to find a pair of extra scrubs that Alice kept around in case of an emergency.
You never knew when a tooth pulling could spatter some blood on you and nobody wanted to walk around for the rest of the day with a red polka-dotted mess on their shirt. Not to mention, it also scared the kids. I located the items with ease and thanked my lucky stars for her impeccable organizational skills. The tiny pink scrubs wouldn't fit well, but it'd be close enough until I could get her home and changed into something more appropriate.
Walking back into the room, scrubs in hand, I was met with a sight that nearly knocked me on my ass. There stood Bella, naked as the day she was born.
Oblivious to my condition, she reached out for the scrubs.
"Gimmmmeee," she ordered, snatching them from my hands. I just stood there, staring, jaw dragging on the floor in awe.
Look away, Cullen. Look away! Look the fuck away! Are you even listening, Cullen?
My brain had headed south for the winter as my eyes trailed over her well-toned torso, her neatly manicured...oh yes, she trimmed down there. My head tilted a bit in wonderment. The women I'd been with in the past had always waxed to the point that they didn't even resemble a woman. Yet, here she stood before me, in all her nude glory, with the modest little patch of chestnut curls covering her womanhood. It was breathtaking.
"Uck...I dooooonnnt liiiiike p-p-piiiiiiinkkkk."
Of course you don't.
The scrubs hit me in my dumbstruck face and then dropped down to the floor.
"Bella, you have to wear something out of here. You can either wear the wet clothes or you can wear the dry scrubs. Which will it be?"
"Nooooooooo! I haaaaaane piiiiiiiiiinkkkkk!"
"This isn't debateable, Bella. You need to put on some clothes. Now!"
I shoved the scrubs back in her direction. The pink pile of fabric slammed into my chest as she closed the distance between the two of us, molding her body against mine and tucking her head under my chin.
"I wearrrrrr youuuuuu hooooooommmmmmme."
I whimpered like a five year old with a skinned knee. I held the scrubs in place, but she kept writhing around until her puckered nipples were doing a hypnotic dance across the backs of my her lips were doing their own brand of magic against mine.
"Bella," I whispered gruffly against the sensual assault, "y-you n-n-need to g-get d-d-dressed."
And then her warmth was gone.
"Fiiiiiinnnnne paaaaarrddy poooooperrrr."
Now I was a party pooper. Go me.
She huffed and pouted, trying to make heads or tails of the shirt, and having extreme difficulty telling which end was up.
Oh for fuck's sake...
Snatching the shirt from her hands, I snarled at her, "Here, let me help you."
I bunched up the fabric around the neck and pulled it down over her silken tresses. Maybe it made me just a little bit effeminate, but I wanted to know where she bought her conditioner. First, because it smelled temptingly amazing and second, because her hair felt softer and smoother than satin. It was probably why I offered to pull her long locks through the neck of the shirt, taking "extra special" care to make sure every strand was pulled through.
Her lips assaulted mine again, tongue wrestling it's way between my lips.
"Mmmph, Bella! Shirt on. No kissing!"
A sound escaped her that was like nothing else I'd ever heard. It was loud, high-pitched, and devastating. She was whining. How could I deny her?
"Let's get you dressed and then we'll talk about kissing, okay sweetie?"
Her lips pulled out of the pout she was sporting and curved up into a smile, her newly cleaned teeth gleaming in the dim light.