When his expression turned somber and serious, Zoey instinctively flinched. Her cheeks flushed as his eyes just continued to stare intently at her. She met his gaze but could not help the little tremors that ran through her nor the quiver in her lip. It was remarkably unnerving to have him looking at her like that and her mind ran to all the ways she could have said the words differently, better. Mercifully, he broke the silence and even the slight smile and quick kiss lifted the growing weight from her shoulders.<br/><br/>Again they felt into silence and her tired body snuggled weakly into his. She could not repress the soft purr that rattled in her throat when his hands caressed her. The little slave still marveled that his hands, the hands that had brought her so much pain, could incite such heat in her. Her eyes closed and she was very nearly asleep when he startled her to wakefulness when he began disentangling himself from her. Immediately Zoey missed his warm, strong presence and she did not bother to hide the disappointed pout. It was short lived though because the sight of his body on display made her blush deeply at the thoughts that swarmed through her mind. She shook her head and smiled slightly at the mention of a stop and her being prepared. It was not the idea that made her smile, in fact that made her nervous. She had to smile at her Master's uncanny ability to keep her off balance and unable to focus on something for too long.<br/><br/>Even though she wanted nothing more than to sleep she knew Quentin's patience was limited and so she began the arduous task of moving off of the table. Her legs did not want to respond and every movement sent pain jolting through her. Even though the mechanical toy had ripped many orgasms from her, zoey truly hoped that it was a long time before she was at its mercy again. Her thoughts swirled and jumbled together as she pulled herself up into a sitting position at the edge of the table. Where we're they going on the way back? What did he mean when he said she would be prepared? What would she do when faced with her former friends?<br/><br/>All of these thoughts ran through her mind and she hopped down off of the table. There was a loud squeal and a thud as pain shot through her the second she put weight on her legs and they instantly buckled. She felt embarrassed and assured that Quentin probably saw no end of amusement at her struggles. Her slim hands gripped the edge of the table and pulled herself up into a kneeled position. That was when her eyes fell on the puddle of there mingled wetness. Her wide, suddenly frightened eyes darted to him and then back to the puddle. With no hesitation she gathered her long, glossy hair into one hand to hold it back out of the way and leaned down to lap up her mess. It still made her feel a jolt of shame but she knew that it was one of the many things expected of her do she obeyed. The notion of being disobedient seemed so foreign now when only a few days ago she had been whipped and paddled for that exact reason. Her bright eyes lifted to his face to see if she was meeting her Master's approval. As her tongue lapped through the sticky fluids she really hoped that she was.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>