Quentin pushed himself back to his feet and removed his belt, which he placed on the table next to the whip, and paddle. It didn't look entirely out of place, either, leather as it was... But the mans sole purpose now was to free the erection he'd been struggling to ignore for several oh-so-long minutes. It was big, thick, red, and furious at having had to wait so long. He silently told himself she'd have to obey quicker in future... But he was sure she would. Her stubborn streak was already fading away, melting under an onslaught of pain and shame. Still... Her closed eyes showed her nothing of this, and she only realised he'd even stood up because when he spoke yet more cruel, cutting words of command they came from above to sink into her.<br/><br/>"You will -act- like you enjoy it, whether you do or not is a lesson for another day. In time you will relish my cum... Today, it will do for you to smile and thank me afterward. You -do- have manners, don't you, pet?" He didn't expect an answer. Indeed, he didn't even permit one, because barely a moment seperated his words from the intrusion of his cock. Instantly the taste of precum filled Zoey's mouth, followed quickly by the sticky, mucus-like texture. His head was already stained in the stuff, and soon yet more was sputtering into her mouth, filling her with the slimey substance that promptly mixed with her saliva to make... Well, a mess.<br/><br/>There was the hot feel of flesh pushing out at her cheeks, and at her tongue, too. His member was warm and hard, a mark of all the excitement beating her had given. A grim reminder of it, too, no doubt. His eyes were angled down toward her, watching her body with great interest, but soon switching to her eyes mere moments after her tongue felt the press of his cock against it.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>