Zoey heard the swish of the paddle through the air a split second before it collided with her firm ass. Knowing it had been coming did not prepare her for the savagery of the blow. She felt that he had bruised her bone with that blow, that it had rattled her teeth. She kept her mouth shut but still the sound of agony groaned up from her throat to fight for escape. Tears poured down her face and she could not stop her body's twitching agony. She cringed when she heard the paddle cut the air but was relieved when no blow landed. Her breath hissed slightly with each heaving gulp of air she took in. Zoey did valiantly attempt to hold her legs straight for Quentin but with barely a push on her shaking knee; she collapsed into an alluring pile of quivering female flesh.<br/><br/>She could not stifle the pained groan when her bottom hit the floor and she looked up at him, her glazed eyes fearful that he might punish her. She looked like one hot mess, hair messed, tears streaking her face, eyes glazed and lip bloodied. With the look and the way she was shaking she look completely vulnerable and she knew that he must truly approve. When he freed himself it was very clear that he did indeed enjoy her or at least what he had done to her. Another pitiful sound slipped out when he dragged her aching, worn out body over to him and positioned her mouth over the tip of his cock. She just opened her mouth, too battered and fearful to resist. She felt incredibly degraded. She was not even fellating him; he was simply using her mouth to masturbate. There was something so wrong with it that she felt a pang of perverse pleasure. At least he was being kind enough to let her rest. Still, he was aroused and the length of him had her slurping and gagging within seconds of them starting.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>