I woke up tucked in bed in my pajamas. My hair was in a neat bun and I was as clean as I could have ever been. It was like I hadn't left my bed.
I was back in the penthouse and the morning light was just starting to seep in through the windows.
I looked around in confusion wondering how I made it back to the penthouse. The last thing I remembered passing out after I squirted.
"I fucking squirted," I said to myself as a smile crept to my face. The sensation had been intense but I think it had everything to do with being denied orgasms a lot of times and the metallic items clipped on my nipples.
Milo never crossed the limits when it came to me. It was like he knew what my body could take and what it couldn't.
I would have thought the events of the night had never happened if it wasn't for the marks on my wrists and ankles. The events of the night were like a pleasant dream.
