Chapter 20

The next few minutes are sensual rather than erotic. We cuddle a bit more. I trace a finger around the rapidly closing pucker of his anus, and reach for the washcloth to gently wipe away the traces of santorum that had formed from our exertions. I gently roll Jimmy off me, running hands down to massage his legs and checking the cut on his side from the riding crop. I no longer have any interest in breaking Jimmy, though he’s fun to play with. No, my target will be a girl, an innocent, and I think Jimmy will help me.

I rise, and go to the sink to clean my toys, scrubbing the purple dildo and my hands with anti-bacterial cleanser. Jimmy doesn’t stir, he’s spent and dazed and possibly not quite believing what just happened. I finish my cleaning, have a quick rinse in the shower and put on fresh shorts and a halter neck. I take a clean washcloth and clean Jimmy up. I’d thought about making him ride home covered in the products of our activities but my dominant streak is played out for now, following that last orgasm, and I just want to get him home and avoid trouble.

I pick up his clothes, noticing the damp mark has dried to a pale, crusty stain. I worry about that briefly then decide that no parent of a teenaged boy is going to be surprised by a cum stain. I ease him back into his clothes; he’s compliant but still not really with it. I leave the collar on for now.