Zoey knew that Quentin was going easy on her. It may have been that he was rewarding her for being quite good over the time they had spent together but more likely, at least to the slave girl, was that his cock was punishing her enough. He was giving her pleasure that jolted through her body, that was a given. Still, his rough pace of ramming himself to the hilt at breakneck speed was battering her mound. Already she could hear the wet sounds coming from her impressively parted legs and she knew with a certain shame that she was soaking wet. Gorgeous expressive eyes with their long lashes stared up at him as he clutched her trembling leg against his body and used the leverage to hammer even more viciously into the deepest parts of her. She knew that even with all she had been through she should still resist. She could not though. All of her young life she had been taught to be poised and in control no matter the situation. Part of her liked having that stripped away. She liked being torn down and made to obey his every whim.<br/><br/>The sting of the switch against the outside of her perfect breast brought her attention back to him. She blushed when she saw him smirking down at her. He must have caught her daydreaming. She bit her lip and simply gave herself to him. The small part of her that still remembered the dignity of her earlier life hated her but the rest started to roll her hips against the powerful thrusts. The sound of flesh connecting with flesh made her eyes squeeze shut.<span style="color: indigo"> "Please Master, please I beg you, do not stop!" </span>She whined. The lust and the submission were both evident in her voice. She was clearly close again after only a few minutes of her Master's cock.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>