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When he was finally empty, he reached down to caress her jawline, catching a drip of his cum mixed with her tears and smoothing it away.
“That’s my good girl,” he said.
CHAPTER 11
Jenna had never felt more exhausted in her life.Maybethe 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 horrorstories 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 veryuncomfortable.
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 wantingmoreattention 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.
