Chapter 11
J enna had never felt more exhausted in her life.
Maybe the time Chloe had talked her into running a half marathon with her and she had to speed-walk—or more like limp-walk, she hadn’t trained at all—the last three miles, but this might even beat that.
She also couldn’t remember a time she had felt as content and completely satiated as she did at that moment.
Mark had just put her through one of the most taxing experiences of her life, but he had also said all the right things, things that made it obvious he was paying attention, that he saw her for her and still wanted to be in her life.
And now he was looking at her with an adoration that made her feel all mushy inside.
Or maybe that was all the orgasms talking. Either way, it felt fucking fantastic.
Mark climbed down from the table, careful not to touch her or lean on her as he did.
Probably because she was still keeping her eyes closed tightly and he didn’t want to spook her.
She had never had cum drip in her eyes before, but she’d heard horror stories about how much that stung and she was in enough pain already.
She heard the ratcheting sound coming from the foot of the table again, and she squeaked as he slid the speculum out of her. She’d finally stopped paying attention to it once it had been in for a while, but she certainly felt her anus wink closed as it slid from her.
A deep ache lingered in that area as he began untying her ankles, then moved up to uncuff her wrists.
Finally, he removed the strap that had held the dildo along with the rope around her midsection.
She chanced opening one eye just enough to watch him throw the rope and cuffs on the floor.
She found herself wondering which poor soul had the job of being his housekeeper and what kind of therapy he or she must regularly need.
With her hands free now, she reached to wipe away some cum that was near her eyes, then rolled out her wrists and twisted a little from side to side, relieving some of the built-up tension in her muscles.
Taking her feet out of the stirrups, she stretched her legs out in front of her, flexing her feet and rolling out her ankles too.
“Sit tight,” Mark told her, “I’m going to clean you up.”
He disappeared behind her to the wall where she had seen a sink, and Jenna heard the water running. Then he reappeared, wheeling over a small cart laden with warm water, soft towels, and a sponge. He approached her side and gently placed a hand on her forehead, his touch cool and reassuring.
“I’m going to give you a sponge bath now,” he told her.
Jenna couldn’t help but giggle. “A sponge bath? You know I can walk, right? I can take a shower like a big girl.”
“Of course you can. But this is how I want to take care of you right now.” Mark filled a basin with warm water.
Dipping a soft sponge into it, he squeezed out the excess water, then gently began to run the sponge across her forehead before speaking to her in a sterner tone.
“Do you already need another lesson in letting me take care of you?”
Jenna shook her head. There was no way she could handle anything more tonight, and probably for months after this. Okay, maybe that was dramatic. But her bottom could definitely use a break.
As he continued to wash her face, the warmth and tenderness of his touch made Jenna sigh in relief, her muscles slowly starting to relax. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad idea.
He moved the sponge to her arms and then her hands, taking his time and cleaning between each finger. Whenever he finished cleaning an area, he dried her wet skin with a warm, fluffy towel.
Jenna watched him through half-closed eyes, observing the way his brow furrowed in concentration. How was it possible he never got less sexy no matter what he was doing?
His hands worked the sponge over her torso next. Each stroke was methodical and gentle, as though he was afraid of causing her any discomfort. Ironic, Jenna thought, since he had spent the last several hours making sure she was very un comfortable.
She could feel the tension in her body ebbing away, replaced by a warmth and a sense of safety she hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Nobody’s ever taken care of me like this before,” Jenna admitted. She knew her tone was incredibly vulnerable sounding, but she didn’t mind right now.
Mark paused for a moment, his eyes softening. “I want to be here for you, Jenna. I’ve wanted that ever since I met you.”
He dipped the sponge back into the water, wrung it out again, and then trailed it down one leg and up the other. When he reached her hip, he paused.
“Spread your legs, little girl. I need to make sure your cute pussy and bottom hole are nice and clean.”
Jenna felt her pussy clench and looked down at it with an outraged, betrayed expression. How could it possibly be wanting more attention after everything it had just put her through?
She spread her legs several inches, but Mark still didn’t move the sponge.
“Wider than that. Just because you’re much, much more than my little slut doesn’t mean you’re not still my little slut.”
Jenna blushed bright red, then slid her legs as far apart as she could without them falling off the table.
“That’s better,” Mark praised.
Setting the sponge between her legs, he moved it gently down the length of her labia, then up again, scrubbing thoroughly.
Jenna suppressed a moan when she felt the porous material brush against her clit, though she couldn’t keep from squirming as he towel-dried the over-sensitized area.
Then he rested the sponge on her sore anus, and she mewled as he washed her there.
“My insatiable little patient,” he said with a grin. “I’m going to have to dry off your pussy again, aren’t I?”
“Ugh,” was all Jenna could say to that, and she brought her hands up to cover her face as he patted her dry between her legs with the soft, fluffy towel.
By the time he finished, she felt physically clean but emotionally exhausted. Mark helped her to sit up and gently wrapped a warm blanket around her.
As he carried her to his bedroom, she asked sleepily, “Are you going to drive me home?”
“This is home now,” she thought she heard him say, though she was quickly drifting off.
She didn’t even make it to the bed before she fell into a dream-filled sleep.
Jenna sat on the steps outside of the school, her backpack resting beside her.
It was late afternoon, and the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon, casting long shadows across the empty campus.
She tapped her foot impatiently, glancing at her watch every few minutes.
Her father had forgotten to pick her up again, and she knew exactly why. Another fight with her mom.
Jenna sighed, feeling a familiar pang of loneliness. She didn’t have many friends to call for help. She’d have to walk home again.
Just then, a figure approached and plopped down next to her.
Jenna glanced over to see a girl dressed in an eclectic mix of clothes: a bright floral skirt, a denim jacket covered in patches, and neon green sneakers that shouldn’t have made sense together, but somehow did. The girl flashed her a friendly smile.
“Hey, I’m Chloe. Just transferred here from that snooty private school across town,” she said, extending a hand.
Jenna hesitated for a moment before shaking it. “I’m Jenna.”
Chloe’s eyes twinkled with curiosity. “Waiting for a ride?”
Jenna nodded, her shoulders slumping. “Yeah. My dad was supposed to pick me up, but… he probably forgot.”
Chloe raised an eyebrow, clearly sensing there was more to the story. “Forgot, or got distracted by something, or someone?” she asked gently.
Jenna looked down at her feet, feeling a lump form in her throat. “They were fighting again. My parents, I mean. He always forgets when they fight.”
Chloe nodded sympathetically. “Parents can be real dicks sometimes, can’t they?” she said, her tone understanding.
Jenna looked up, blinking away the tears that had threatened to spill over. “Yeah, they really can.”
Chloe scooted a bit closer, wrapping an arm around Jenna’s shoulders. “I’m sorry you’re going through that. Must be tough.”
For the first time that day, Jenna felt a bit of warmth seep into her. She hadn’t expected to find someone who understood so quickly. “It is,” she admitted. “But it’s nice to talk about it.”
Chloe grinned. “Anytime you need to vent, I’m here. Seriously. And hey, since we’re both stuck here for a bit, want to do something fun? I’ve got a pack of cards in my bag—we could play a game or something.”
Jenna’s lips curled into a smile, a real one. “That sounds great, actually.”
Jenna woke with a start. She blinked several times, letting the fog clear from her brain so she could remember where she was.
Turning over onto her side, she smiled as she saw Mark snoring gently beside her in the massive king-sized bed.
She had a feeling that he might have something to do with her mind being in a happier state that night instead of wanting to torture herself with anxious what-ifs and terrifying monsters that looked alarmingly like her relatives.
Rolling closer, she nuzzled into him. She felt Mark stir and then his arms wound around her and pulled her in closer.
“Good morning, babygirl,” he rumbled into her hair.
“Morning,” she replied, her voice muffled by the course hair on his chest.
“How’d you sleep?” he asked.
“Like the dead.” It was true. If Mark had told her she’d slept for fifteen hours straight she would have believed him. Her stomach made a growling sound, and his chest shook with a chuckle.
“How about some breakfast?”
“Yes, please,” she said, rolling onto her back and stretching her arms above her head.
“Go get cleaned up and meet me in the kitchen. I’ll let Linda know she can start cooking.”
Jenna turned to look at him. “Linda?”
“My cook.” Mark cocked his eyebrow at her and shot her a charming smile. “You didn’t think I cooked for myself, did you?”