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Oscar shifted his gaze from the beater in my hand to my eyes.I realized I needed to get him upstairs to the privacy of our bedchamber.

“You got everythin’ you want out of that chest?”I said to Oscar, hoping he’d understand why I’d asked him.

“Yes, sir,” he said, pushing himself to stand, and clutching the riding crop and the nipple clamps to his chest.

“Then let’s leave Trick be so she can rest.I got some things I wanna talk to you about upstairs.”

“All right,” he said, glancing at Trick, who seemed to be trying not to laugh.

“You fellas have yourselves a good night.”

“Oh, we aim to,” Oscar said in a breathless voice, as I took his elbow and nodded to Trick.

“Thanks.We’ll see you sometime tomorrow.”

“Not too early.I plan to do some sleepin’ in,” she said.“Bye now.Careful with them things.And remember your safeword,” she said to Oscar with a wink.

Safeword.That was a good thing to call it, I supposed.I hoped he wouldn’t ever need to use it, but ’twas good to have, in case.The last thing I wanted to do was hurt him.

Well, no more than he wanted me to.

* * * *

We were lucky not to run into anyone else on the way to our room, which was upstairs, along the hall a-ways from Trick’s.When we got inside, and I’d latched the door, I told Oscar to put the things he was holding down on the bed and use the washbasin to clean up a little.

“You don’t want me all dirty and sweaty, then?”he said, shifting his braces off his shoulders and starting to unbutton his shirt.

“Not today.I want you cleaned up and presentable.”

Oscar drew in a breath that whistled through his teeth.“Ho-ly,” he whispered, staring at the spreader bar that I’d tossed to the mattress.“You gonna take me in hand, then?”

“I reckon I am.You wanna try out all this stuff?”

“Sure.Well, maybe we can save the nipple clamps for another day,” Oscar said, eyeing the offending jewelry.

I picked up one of the steel stars and examined it.“Hmm.They sure are pretty.”I glanced at him.“Sure would look nice on you.”

Oscar finished unbuttoning his shirt and drew it off, giving me a stern look as my gaze focused in on one of his pinkish-brown buds.

“Now, you look here, Jimmy Downing.I do want to try out the crop and the”—his breath hitched—“the rug beater and that fancy bar, but I don’t want them nipple clamps yet.”

“All right,” I said, with a grin.“I’ll give you some time to think on it.But I reckon you’d probably enjoy a little pain in that area.”

“You do, do you?”Oscar said, turning to pour some water into the basin and swishing the soap around.

“Oh, I think so.”

Oscar shook his head, as if I’d been the one with my eyes bugged out and my tongue practically hanging out of my mouth in Trick’s room.

He didn’t say anything else, and I sat down on the bed to watch him wash up, enjoying the sight of him swiping the wet cloth o’er his face and behind his ears, then under his arms and across his chest and belly.The cool water must have felt nice against his skin, sweaty from a day out in the summer heat and sun.

“I think you got a bit of a sunburn, Oscar,” I said, getting up and walking o’er.

He glanced at me and shrugged, continuing on with his washing.I cupped my hand o’er his shoulder and placed a soft kiss on the red skin at the back of his neck.

“You ain’t even washed your hands yet,” Oscar grumbled.“Here I’m gettin’ all cleaned up, and you’re makin’ me dirty again.”

I grinned against his warm skin and pressed my covered erection against his clothed ass.“Oh, I’m aimin’ to get you plenty dirty today, boy.”