My self pity had turned to anger, how could she leave like that without a word spoken, the bitch. Our, now my, house had an extra small room that she ...sed as her dressing area and I was determined to throw all her belongings out in the street. I opened the walk-in wardrobe door and couldn't believe the amount of clothes that were in there. Not only clothes but shoes, and hats as well. At the very back were a line of shoe boxes, more shoes I thought but I was wrong, for they were filled with. There was one question left on my list and honestly, the more I learned about Ethan Doyle, the decathlon athlete with the handsome hands, bedroom eyes and a heart of gold, the more I dreaded asking it."Love interest?" I kept my head down and eyes focused on my notepad as if the answer to the question was no more interesting to me than the number of hours he spent in the gym."I'm interested in love, love just doesn't seem to be interested in me," he deadpanned."No significant other? No better. .I could hear birdsong and felt really relaxed here.He asked me if I was ready and I replied that I was...He began with a light flogger this was a nice way to start just to get the skin tingling and he started one side of the bed then moved around to the other just ramping up the strokes a little .....he asked me to relax my bottom as I was clenching and he gave my bum a rub which I loved.He moved on to a paddle...wooden ..square in shape about a inch and a half thick he started at the top of. You gonna cum for me baby? I knew you would come around. Cmon baby, cum on my cock. Revolting, his words were dirty and masculine, something he could imagine himself uttering, but not receiving. No matter how distracting it was, Alexs orgasm was about to crash into him. Aw, shit baby, you better cum quick, cause this aint gonna last forever. Alex, tensed up as the surge hit him. From somewhere inside of him, inside his pussy, inside his pelvis, inside his belly, the shockwave exploded. So much.