Chapter 33
Damian | Edinburgh, present day
I don’t normally see patients during my lunch hour, but this is a special check-up—one that requires locking the door of my exam room.
Floss is lying back in my chair. She’s naked apart from combat boots and a black lace bra that barely contains her breasts. Thanks to us making out as soon as she arrived, I’ve got a hard-on the size of Krakatoa in my trousers.
I clear my throat, straighten my white coat, and pull up a chair, attempting not to stare between her thighs (it’s a struggle). ‘Now which teeth are causing you problems, Miss Hughes?’
‘These ones, Doctor,’ she says, opening her mouth and pointing to her canines, which have extended as she’s been licking my neck.
They tend to come down automatically when she’s experiencing ‘bloodlust’—a combination of intense horniness and an overwhelming urge to drink my blood (she says I’ll find out what it’s like if I decide to get turned).
Part of me is very curious, but I can’t imagine having fangs or wanting to bite people with them.
Also, a vampire dentist who sucks his patients’ blood wouldn’t have the greatest retention rate. So there’s that.
Yet Floss’s fangs are infinitely fascinating, and I’ve found myself in a number of potentially dangerous situations lately involving them. But then again, as Floss says, she’s quite able to suck my cock without biting it off. So far, that’s been true.
‘Ah, I see,’ I say, lifting back her upper lip. Her fangs are snowy white, curved, and look razor-sharp. ‘Are they painful?’
Floss hisses a laugh. ‘Only if you get too close, Doctor.’
‘Hmm,’ I say, bending to press my lips against the tops of her voluptuous breasts. I push down her bra and free her dusky-pink nipples, twirling one, then the other with my tongue. ‘Is this too close?’
‘I think you’re fine,’ Floss murmurs. I trail a hand down over her pale midriff, then lower to gently caress her pussy.
‘What about now?’
She groans softly. ‘I came here for a fang check-up, Doctor, not a gynaecological exam.’
‘Why not both?’ I quip, lightly circling her clit. ‘I can multitask.’
‘That’s very clever of you,’ she says, her voice sounding slightly strangled as I rub her clit with my index finger.
Fuck, that feels good, Dr Rhodes.
I grin. I love it when she talks to me in my mind; it feels so intimate. I only wish I could hear what she’s thinking ... Perhaps one day. For now, I’m happy enough that she can pick up on my thoughts.
As my cock has been released from my pants—when did that happen?
—and Floss is stroking it, it means she has indeed read my thoughts.
I sigh in pleasure as her fingers twirl around the juicy tip and slide up and down, firm, the way I like it.
The coldness of her fist does nothing to temper my burning desire.
Thank you, I think to her. The rest of the afternoon was going to be difficult with that monster in my trousers.
I can tame your monster. Floss pokes the tip of her tongue out at me and wiggles it. I swallow hard. As much as I want her to give me a blow job right now, the logistics are too difficult.
That’s OK. I can wait—
She cuts me off, insisting, Don’t be silly. Swap places.
Somehow, I end up lying on my own dentist chair, still in my white coat, with my trousers around my thighs and Floss working my cock into a frenzy with her lips and tongue.
She seems to be half hovering on top of me.
I can’t quite tell as I’m writhing around in rapture and trying not to moan too loudly in case my receptionist wonders what’s going on in here.
Floss sucks my entire length into her throat and does some complicated licking thing.
Her fangs graze the edges of my cock. It’s painful, but immensely pleasurable too.
She knows exactly how to make my hips buck and balls tighten.
Ahhh, orgasm imminent. Just a heads-up, I warn.
Excellent, thanks. I sense her amusement.
Her lips clamp around my base, sucking hard. With a low moan, I offload what feels like a bucketload of come down her throat. Floss eagerly gulps every last drop and licks me clean. Afterwards, I lie on the chair, dazed, with my legs splayed, breathing heavily.
Jesus H. Christ, that was incredible, I think as Floss strokes my sweaty brow and kisses my cheek.
You needed that. You work too hard.
‘Can you visit me every lunch hour?’ I say out loud and only half-jokingly.
‘Sure.’ She smiles contentedly.
But I’m worried that I’ve been a selfish boyfriend. That I’ve taken my pleasure and left her hanging.
‘Did you ...?’
‘No. Close, but no,’ she whispers in my ear. ‘But it’s OK. I wanted to take care of you.’
The alarm on my phone goes off, signalling that my next patient is due in five minutes.
I drag my hand over my face, attempting to stay awake. All I want to do is take Floss home, give her pussy a thorough licking, and fall asleep with her in my arms. But I can’t.
‘Shit, I’ve got a root canal.’
Floss nods and helps me off the chair. She pulls up my briefs and trousers and buttons my coat. Then she adjusts her bra and quickly dons her long black ruffled skirt and prim high-necked blouse and overcoat.
‘Catch you later, Dr Rhodes.’ She winks and blows me a kiss as she glides towards the door—oh no, she’s leaving before I’ve had a chance to ...
‘I love you.’ The words come tumbling out of my mouth before I can stop them.
Floss halts in her tracks and turns to look at me. Her violet eyes gleam. What?
I turn away, my hand shaking, as I tidy my already carefully arranged instruments on the tray.
I know I probably shouldn’t say that. It’s making my decision even harder. But I can’t help how I feel. It’s silly.
In a flash, she’s in front of me, peering into my face.
It’s not silly, Damian. I love you too.
I gaze at her. Really?
She grins and hugs me. Of course I do. It was love at first bite. I fell for you head over heels when you came round to mine, after our date at The Brief Encounter.
I frown, confused. First bite? But I didn’t come round after, and you didn’t ...
Uh, yes. I did. She pulls back and looks at me guiltily. You won’t remember as I gave you a teensy, tiny memory wipe. But don’t worry, we had a fun time, and you tasted delicious.