When Quentin's hand cam eto rest on her head, Zoey could not help but cringe. She expected her earlier outburst to cost her. Her cheek and breast still stung from his blows but instead her fingers sifted through her hair, straightening her disheveled locks. She immediately obeyed and lay on the floor with her back arched and her legs splayed wide apart. Those deep, green eyes watched him nervously as he held the thick candle poised over her. Her mouth opened wide as he told her what she expected and she accepted the girthy wax object between her lips. It was an embarassing experience and she felt herself fidget as he pushed it in until it was anchored enough that there was little chance of it falling out without deliberate action.<br/><br/>She simply lay there as he moved away. She whimpered at the thought of the hot wax searing her skin and she knew that she must bear it all in stoic silence. Anything less would undoubtedly result in more punishment. Then he was stooping over her to light the wick and his smirk left her feeling even more afraid. He left her there, staring nervously up at the flickering flame and she heard him crawl into bed. The last thing he heard as he drifted to sleep was his slave's soft breathing. Zoey though was near panic. SHe tilted her head as he had told her too and for long moments the candle simply burned. She waited and just when she thought that nothing would happen, molten wax dripped onto the curve of her breast. Her teeth scored the candle as she bit down and the sensation of the wax sliding over her skin as it cooled. More ad more wax dripped onto her tits, into her cleavage and onto her neck. When a large dollop landed on her nipple she bucked but managed to stop from crying out only with a great expenditure of willpower. It hurt so much that she began to weep. The candle had barely burnt down and already she was silently begging for it to end.<br/><br/>More and more wax dripped onto her, coating her chest in a thick layer of the cooling substance. She imagined that the stark white looked lewd splattered across her bare chest. It seemed to take an eternity before the candle had burned down enough for her to remove it. She did so gently, working her jaw and moving carefully to not disrupt the thick caked on layer from her chest. Soft, pink lips pursed to blow out the remainder and set it aside before she slipped into her place at the end of the bed. Despite the myriad thoughts rolling through her head, she drifted into an exhausted and fitful sleep within only a few minutes to the thoughts of what fresh horrors that her morning woudl bring.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>