A Perfect Fit Pt. 05

To the readers: I hope you are having a happy holiday season! Moreover, I hope you aren't sick of Christmas yet because our characters are still stuck in Christmas week. It was my intention to have this whole day in their lives up days ago, but I couldn't manage that. I did get a very nice gift from you: The previous chapter got a red H! That was encouraging, so thank you sincerely for that. I'm sure people are anxious to have them hurry up and fuck properly. Me, too! I have a few other ideas as well, so I hope you'll like this enough to stick with it. Best wishes, U.

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Jenni awakens feeling like she's in God's pocket. She's comfy in a cloud of trapped body heat and masculine fragrance. Mark's not with her.

She hears a repetitive rasp she can't decide is animal or machine and peers over the covers to scan the floorplan of the loft. She spots Mark on the floor, in his boxer briefs, driving his body through a series of push-up variations to work out his whole body. He moves at a good clip, exhaling harshly each time he pushes the floor away.

The sight of his beautiful body in motion makes Jenni's breath catch in her throat. She ogles the flow of his muscles under flawless skin, the sexy rips and cuts to his legs, his V-shaped back and that bedhead that now hangs to hide his face.

It's more than his looks that captivate her. It's his discipline. She considers this sight in the context of what she knows about him so far: An unstable childhood and then an unstable mind that dragged him down to rock bottom, a violent suicide attempt, then a grueling climb back to health. He's responsible. He takes good care of himself and she respects him for it.

When Jenni holds a mental mirror up to herself, she finds herself lacking. She is not disciplined and part of her financial situation is that it's hard for her to get the gigs and meet the deadlines when her attitude toward life itself is often ambivalent. Plenty of days that should have been workdays she'd spent curled up in bed, except without the comfort she feels at the moment. What makes depression such an insidious illness is that having it is not one's fault, but one can allow it to sink its hooks ever deeper and Jenni didn't have much fight in her. It's hard to say if she'd have sunk as low if she'd just tried a little harder. Trouble is, it's like 'trying harder' to get out of quicksand.

She decides she'll try for Mark. He'd probably allow her to be his human pet 24/7 and she can't allow herself to be that much of a burden. He seems to be doing well for himself, not even complaining about his job the way most people do, like he's grateful for it so it must pay fairly well. She looks around at the large loft: Even though it's not meant as a residence, it can't be cheap and she'll have to pull her weight. She envisions completing projects and getting his praise for her good work. It makes her smile. She'll talk to Dr. Zavodny about stepping up her efforts to recover when he returns from vacation. He'll know the source of her new motivation and that makes her happy, too.

Mark hovers just an inch or two from the floor and extends a leg out perpendicular. It looks brutal and his body's soon shaking. He collapses, then rolls over for a luxurious full-body stretch. His cheekbones are red and strands of hair stick to his sweaty face. Jenni quickly puts her head back down before he can catch her staring at him.

He walks loose-limbed toward the bath in the corner opposite the bed.

"Good morning," she says, croaky but unmistakably his little girl right out of the gate.

Mark pivots like he's been waiting for her to join the waking world. "Mornin', baby. I wake you with my thumpin' around?"

"No, I just woke up. C'mere, Daddy."

"Nah, baby girl. I'm too sweaty at the moment."

Jenni kneels on the edge of the bed and pleads with her eyes. "But I want that," she insists. She's ditched her wrecked underwear and drips down her thighs. He goes to her.

"I think ya got me wrapped around your little finger, you know that, right? What am I gonna do with you?"

"Everything," she says and leans forward to lick his sweaty chest. He caresses her messy hair. "Mmm," he purrs when she swipes her wet tongue over his nipple, so she captures it and suckles at her master's breast. She feels his knees bend and his body undulates under the sensation. She takes his other hardening nub in her fingertips and works her way higher, nipping into the side of his pectoral before moving on...

Mark flinches. "Hey! That's my armpit, dirty girl. I just did my workout."

"I know. I like it, Daddy," she says with a meaningful look into his eyes.

"Oh, really... well, then. Scoot back."

Jenni obeys and he pulls the bedclothes out of the way to lie down on the bottom sheet. He puts his tekirdağ escort arms above his head so his hands rest against the cold window pane. He looks like a captive angel. "Go on. Have yer way with me," he sighs.

Jenni wiggles closer happily. Even though it's a much-maligned body part, Jenni has a fetish, as Mark's caught on, and his armpits are as enticing to her as the rest of him. They have wispy, light-brown hair that's perhaps a little longer than most people's. She finds it lickable and sexy.

She makes sure not to neglect his sensitive nipples while she licks up his fresh sweat. He's salty, of course, but also sharp like mineral water. There's a mild stink, too, which is what she wants. Mark's not ticklish, but squirms from pleasure. He tugs down his moist underwear to let his erection spring up between them.

"Lay on top of me, baby girl."

Jenni does so that his hard shaft slides against her slit. They're so close to fucking she whines; it would be so easy to slip around him and have her way with him for real. It feels like their bodies won't be able to keep from joining, like globs of mercury flowing back together. They're made of the same stuff, so their bodies don't understand why they aren't crushed together as one being. When they feel his head poised at her slick opening, Mark stops her.

"No," he says firmly. "Not spontaneous like this your first time. It's gotta be more... intentional."

She understands completely. He has something in mind and she can't wreck it with her impatience. Just knowing there's a plan for her is like a treat to pacify her. She climbs off her idol.

"I'm sorry, Daddy. I want it to happen just right, too. Sorry..."

"Don't be sorry for wantin' me. What guy would get mad about that?" Jenni can think of a few who didn't understand her appetites.

Mark turns his face and sniffs. "Fuck. I know you like it, darlin', but I don't. You can come with me and play with my cock if you wanna," he teases her and strides off to run himself a bath. She follows him, under his spell permanently.

No bubbles, this time. She can tell he has specific routines and it's endearing. He lowers into the tub and rinses his sweaty hair. He looks intimidating with the shaggy locks slicked back from his sharp features and she realizes a reason why she's attracted to him. He looks like the Japanese comic-inspired figures she draws. Not the big-eyed ones (they are too much like her to be interesting), but the narrow eyes that draw you into their world.

He washes his face with only water in a way that reveals he has very sensitive skin, patting more than rubbing, and then smirks up at her as he washes under his arms because he knows he's removing the scent that has such an effect on her.

"Get in. Can't be standin' there all cold." She steps into the tub and sinks into the perfectly heated water to kneel between his legs.

"You can wash my special parts," he flirts, handing her the soap bottle with the crazy small print all over it.

"What the hell is this stuff?"

"I started using it because it reminded me of the art of the insane, that packaging. It's just pure soap. I guess after bleaching myself inside I try to be very gentle with the rest of me."

"I'm glad to hear that. I want to be, too."

"You have the nicest touch. Did Zavodny know that?"

"Huh? Why?"

"I just wondered how he knew. I don't mean in a sexual way, just like he knew your touch somehow."

"No. In fact, I avoided it." Jenni pours a little brown soap onto her palm and lathers it in his chest hair. "He has tried to hug me. Especially after a tough session and I was in pain. I never let him. Feel a bit bad about that now. I mean, I'm not that damaged I couldn't accept a little love. I think I'll hug him next time, just on my own," she says with a smile that lights her face like Christmas.

"I already did that, after he called ya and got you to let me come to your appointment."

"I bet he liked that," she purrs while tenderly washing his precious skin.

Mark chuckles. "I'm just glad I ain't gay. He's married and we really care for each other." Jenni raises an eyebrow when his dick surfaces. "Hey, that's all down to you touchin' on me in a hot bath!"

"I know, my love." It just slipped out, natural as soap on skin. She can't hide the fright in her eyes. She blushes.

"Pfft. I know. We been in love since yesterday. It's crazy, but..." he splashes her, "...we did meet in a shrink's office. Think about it: People do have love at first sight. You an' me were set up by a brilliant analyst who knows all our dreams. Is this really that hard to accept?"

Mark looks at her with those eyes that are like four deft slashes of a fountain pen.

"No, Daddy. I accept it, if you like trabzon escort it, too."

Mark raises a steamy leg to hook it over the side of the tub to raise his hips. "Wash me, girl."

Reverently, she does. She also gasps because she can't control herself. "Sorry. Your body is remarkable."

"People come in all shapes and sizes... Would you be attracted to me if I had a small dick?"

"Oh my god. You're serious. I'd want you if you had no dick... or a cute tiny one I could fit in my mouth. It's just... lucky you're like this because I always wanted to try it. It must be better for you, I mean, don't most guys want this?"

"I dunno. You came fuckin' hard last night and your little girl cock is a lot smaller than this. I don't know if the size of the body has anything to do with the size of the feelin's... for me. Hope it will for you, little size queen." He smiles sweetly at the idea his body could give her new pleasures.

She strokes him upward, hand over hand, and he tilts his head back and closes his eyes.

"Does it feel nice like that, Daddy?"

"Mmmf. Ya know it does, sweetheart. Here, tighter right here," he says, closing his hand over hers at the frenulum. She obeys and can intuit right away how it feels to him.

"Ahh," he exhales in a thick gasp. "Go up and down now."

Jenni doesn't. His eyes open questioningly, but he smiles and lets her indulge her own ideas. He did tell her she could play with his cock, after all. He relaxes into what she'll do to him.

"Faster," he tells her and she does not speed up, perhaps even slowing imperceptibly, lagging just behind the speed he desires.

"You'll get punished for this," he rasps helplessly. He grips the edges of the tub.

"I know. I just want to make it really good for you, Daddy," she says in a voice he can't resist because it's almost like she's the one begging. "You'll punish me after," she says bravely.

Mark moans. "You better not stop."

"Of course not. I really want to see you come this time."

"Ohh!" he cries softly and grits his teeth. "You wanna watch my orgasm?"

"Yeah," she breathes. "Please?"

"Guess ya have to learn everything, right baby girl?"

"Uh-huh. I need you to show me." She's using her little girl voice, but the pornographic lust shows at the edges.

"Well, you keep teasin' me and you'll have to wait."

"Yes, Daddy." She does know what she's doing to him and he knows it, too. The look of bliss grows on his face with each pull up his wet flesh.

She gets the intimation that she's losing him, so does change to masturbate him up and halfway down, light and quick.

"Like that!" he pants instantly.

She slips her left hand under the surface of the hot water and palms his heavy balls. They're full and stirring in her hands. She tugs downward, tentatively.

"You... good girl," he hisses like a curse. His hand in his dark, wet hair, he looks very beautiful when he's on the edge. This image will go in her sketchpad, she already knows for sure. She also knows this must be part of his morning routine to care for his body; her man's ready to burst.

As if reading her thoughts he says, "I always have a lot in the mornin'... havin' you here... nghh, don't make me wait no more."

"Okay, Daddy." She treats him to the deliberate, masculine strokes he needs to finish him. She hadn't wanted to make him suffer, just come from his toes to release every drop.

The water sloshes over the side of the tub a little as Mark bucks into her touch. Her little hand firmly grips the base of his dick so that he ejaculates straight up. His cum splatters heavily on the surface. She milks his balls until the last fluids spill rather than shoot and run down over his perfect hard pillar. She bows to lick those up and realizes she's literally drinking this guy's bathwater. Looking up at Mark's angelic, fucked face, that seems like a normal behavior.

"So what was that? Orgasm control for your Master?" he drawls.

"I guess it was an audition. I really did want to make it as good as I know how... but, I guess I'm not supposed to know how," she adds sheepishly.

"Nah. If you pretend to be little every minute we can't get to know each other. You're good at bein' sweet and slutty at the same time. I know you have some experience," he chuckles. "Ya proved that. What about you? Wanna come in my arms?"

Jenni whines at the thought of it. "It's hard to resist, but I think I want to wait for later. I do need to wash, though; I'm a mess."

"Then let me do that." Mark sits up in the tub and reaches between her legs to feel what he did to his girl. "Jesus. Are you sure? You're so wet, even in the water. Your slick don't even rinse off."

"Yeah... I produce a lot, too. "

He leans sivas escort in to kiss her while he explores her body, careful not to over-stimulate her when she said she didn't want that yet. He adds some soap to gently remove her thick, natural lube and sighs. This process was keeping him hard and he was drained dry for the moment. Jenni's stomach growls loudly.

"Sorry! I hate that."

"It's 'cause you have no insulation there. Want breakfast?"

"Yes, please. I'm hungry, Daddy," she says suggestively enough she could be asking for something better than food.

"You'll be the death of me."

Mark gets out of the tub and towels off, then walks naked through the cold loft to get her something to put on.

He returns in jeans, faded black tee, and bunny slippers. He has her new warm socks and one of the oversized sleep shirts with childhood characters printed on it. No underwear. Jenni surmises she's staying put for a while.

"If you get too cold in this, we'll put somethin' else on you. I thought I'd take ya for breakfast at that good spot down the street, but look at it out!" He opens the curtain around the bath to reveal the view of the outside world. The sky is the color of a silver gelatin print and appears to be crashing into the city. Snow whips by the windows like they're trapped in a snowglobe.

"It's beautiful, but I don't want to go out in that! You don't mind if I stick with you a while?"

Mark sputters in disbelief. "You're meant to stick with me! But I know it's Christmas week an' all and you must have things to do. I'm off until Wednesday, though. It's my Christmas break. Stay as long as you like."

"I don't have anything to do..." Jenni says, still mesmerized by the swirling snow. "My roommates and I decided not to do anything this year, but we'll probably go out for drinks on Sunday night. You can come, too!"

Her new Daddy looks alarmed by that. "Um. And how do we explain how we know each other?"

"They all see therapists, too. Never got a hot guy out of the deal," she laughs. "Of course we could say we met some other way if you prefer?"

"Like how?" he asks, helping her up with a dry towel waiting.

"Coffee shop?"

"Oh, right. 'Cause we seem like two people who chat up strangers at Intelligentsia?" he deadpans while warming her up.

"Shrink's office makes more sense. My one roommate met her Domme at some bootlicking night at a club, so they don't really judge..."

"Well, then. God bless us every one, I suppose. I have to tell you, I don't drink. I can't. That a problem?"

"Not at all. Your stomach or your brain?"

"Both. I'm on some serious meds. If I drink with them, I could really fuck myself up. In a way, my stomach kinda saves me because the pain I'd cause myself prevents me from hurting myself."

Jenni looks into his eyes. There's something. "What are you thinking?"

"If you're going to be around for a while, I don't wanna hide anything. You'll see my prescriptions. It ain't Prozac."

"Antipsychotics?"

When he doesn't answer she holds him tight and doesn't let go until she feels him relax.

"Um, you said something about food?"

They go to the kitchen and Mark makes oatmeal and apologizes for it. "It's one of my foods I can eat, but I know cute little subs deserve treats."

The bowl before her has the whole milk and butter he got in just to make her dinner, and real honey. She takes a warm spoonful and considers how to explain this. "When I was little, I got Pop Tarts and the sugar cereals kids pitch a fit for in the store... no one ever made me things that were good for me, that parents should make. This is nice, actually. It tastes like nurturing. Of course, if you get turned on seeing me eat my marshmallow cereal while I watch cartoons..."

"Ha! No. Just wanna take care of you, feed you right. It's not just that you're skinny-it's a kink."

"I can eat healthy foods. What happens when I fatten up? Are you going to have to find a new waif to feed?"

"Then I put ya through your paces to get you slim again. I'll make you chase me to have me," he teases.

They finish breakfast and Jenni washes the dishes. It's already their system.

"So, what do we do all snowed in like this?"

"I know what I wanna do. Will you let me draw you? If you don't mind sitting still for me..."

"I'm good at that. I'm so good at it I was misdiagnosed more than once before Dr. Z."

"Really?"

"No one believed I had terrible anxiety because I wasn't bouncing all around. Even if I said so they thought I was just a druggie. He told me the first meeting I was like a wild animal that freezes. Its little heart might be ready to explode, but it looks sedated to the casual observer. He could tell."

"You look calm now. How do you feel?"

"Feel." She turns to him to place his hand on her chest. "Feel that?"

"Feels pretty fast."

"That's happiness."

"Well, how will I tell the difference?"

"I'll tell you and you'll believe me. That's the difference."