Heather hurries to wash Jack clean under the faucet, trying her best to not be too rough as she's clearly impatient, before whisking him into the bedroom. "Ta-da!" She sings, showing him a set of large, round beads tied to string on the bed.

Jack stares down, confused, and then: "Is that-"

"I've never been that kind of girl, myself." Heather confesses to him, somewhat guiltily. "But there were times today I started wondering..."

Jack's face takes on a look of horror, and then relief as she finishes: "...but don't worry, my favorite little guy still gets the number one slot!"

She sits down happily on the bedside, spreading her legs, and holds her palm with Jack in it between them. He hesitates in front of her crotch, so she asks "unless you got curious about the other spot, too?"

Jack takes the hint right away, and Heather smiles lovingly as her loyal little guy hurries to climb inside her wet, hot love cave. "Oooh. And don't forget my rubs and kisses!" She murmurs, squeezing her legs tight together and squirming a bit in pleasure, before putting her attention towards lubing up the string of beads.

...

There's no sex quite like make-up sex, Heather thinks to herself, panting on the bed after her orgasm. Not only that, but it had been an extra naughty kind too. She feels like she could go again, but this one had already been enough to satisfy... for now.

She almost drops the beads carelessly on the floor, just from exhaustion, but no... some things you just had to wash, so she reluctantly gets up to. Afterwards, she sets them by the sink, and reaches down to fish out little Jack.

He looks exhausted, almost limp in her hand, so she's extra gentle and just rinses him carefully, not even lathering. It's not as if he minds her smell, if his little boner is any indication. She takes care of that, too, with a sensual fingertip rubbing back and forth until he writhes in pleasure and releases. Smiling, she brings the finger to her mouth, licking it clean as she brings him back to bed.

"That was great, sweetie. I'm glad we tried that." She giggles a little self-consciously, confessing to her little lover. "And that was just with a regular toy back there. I don't think you have to worry about me selling you to Bella, anymore. I think we'll be able to keep things spicy for a long time!" She winks, then kisses him across his face.

Sputtering and wiping saliva from his face, Jack trembles and works up the nerve to call out: "P-please don't make me go back there! I'll do whatever you want!"

Heather looks taken slightly aback, then chuckles softly and reassures him: "Don't worry, sweetie. I wouldn't make you stick your head in there just for that. I know it's stinky." She pats him on the head.

"Unless you've been bad!" She takes on a slight scolding tone, looking mock-angry for just a moment and then, with a perfectly innocent smile, changes the subject altogether: "By the way, did you know my birthday's in a month?"

"Mine's in three..." lying in her palm, Jack can't think of anything else to say. 

"That's nice, sweetie." Heather kisses him again, and then gets up to gently set him on the bed in his terrarium. "Rest up good, since you'll need it for tomorrow. I have something new I want to try. Night night, little man!"

She smiles earnestly, then turns off the lamp and climbs into bed.

Jack lies defeated, knowing he'll never again dare risk pissing Heather off for fear of going through another day like that again. His life now consists of whatever she decides she wants for him. All he can do is try to make the best of it and keep her pussy feeling good, so that she doesn't get bored and use him for something worse.

...at least, as often and for as long as he can keep it up. Even a one-track mind like Heather's won't be easy to keep entertaining with the same kind of trick, forever, and he knows there's only so much he can get creative about there.

So he'd better get some rest.

The End.