Page 30 of Dr. Billionaire
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?”
