Chapitre 339: It's a Monday

Demyan 

I woke up to an empty freshly made bed hours after Ethan and I took a bath together. The sky outside was grey as clouds hovered over the skyscrapers. For a second I still thought I was in England until I heard the loud horn of a cab downstairs then softly smiled. New York was definitely not Ethan's domain. 

I let out a groan and covered my face with my hands before I sat up. A hiss left my lips as my left hand massaged my lower back. Ethan had ruined me. I looked down to my poor exhausted dried up dick with a pity smile. When he said he was going to milk me down to the last drop he meant it.