Zoey struggled to get ahold of herself. She blushed when Quentin shushed her, only at that moment becoming aware that she had spoken aloud. She squirmed at the light teasing tough against her stomach. The exhausted muscles fluttered under his caress and she simply leaned against him as she fought to catch her breath. Her mind was also still reeling, still trying to process all the sensation she had just endured.<br/><br/>The light kiss was shocking and sent a jolt through her. It was not the first time he had been gentle but he had never favored her with such a soft touch. A soft pout curled her pillowy lips when his lips left her skin and he started to turn her. She whined and whimpered as every motion tormented her ravaged mound. Still he was determined and even his forceful moving of her showed an unusual care. When she found herself facing him her eyes just roamed over his face, her Master's handsome face. She swore for a split second that his face showed concern but then it was gone. She could not help but seem cautious that he was being so nice but after he simply held her again him, so close to a lover's embrace, she relaxed into him. The feel of him pressing against her swollen, wet petals made her gasp at the ragged sensation it caused.<br/><br/>She wanted to just bury her face in his chest and just cling to him. She found herself almost begging him to stay. She knew that there was a good chance that he would punish her for trying to make demands of him so she stayed her tongue and simply listened to his orders. The idea of washing and soaking in the tub was heavenly as she still ached terribly. she nodded again as he reached the end of her list of tasks. At the mention of food she managed a tired smile. "thank you, Master, your slave is very appreciative.<br/><br/>The kiss shocked her and after the initial surprise she simply melted into the feel of his lips demanding her surrender. It actually felt really good and she lightly kissed him back. When he eased her back she found herself longing for the feel of his strength. She slowly began to wash, her hands still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm. Still she did not want to risk ruining her master's good mood by appearing complacent. Her eyes lingered on him as he dressed and readied himself. She smiled like a shy girl with a crush when he eyed her cleaning herself. She simply could not help it. When he was gentle and sweet with her she felt that she could actually really like his company.<br/><br/>Once he was gone she finished bathing and washing her hair with scented soaps that she hoped he would find pleasing. She struggled out if the tub and slowly towelled her lean body off as she struggled to keep standing. A pain that was on par with the battering her backside had received now radiated from her nethers but it also carried a strange warmth. She wrapped the towel around her body and say, wincing, to enjoy a piece of bread. It was cool now but tasted so good with a little strawberry preserve. She ended up having two more pieces before she went to the wardrobe and stared. This was always the hardest part for her. What to wear to most please her Master's ever-changing taste.<br/><br/>She pondered and paced, managing to finally decide on a light blue dress with a deeply plunging neckline that left her firm cleavage displayed and would probably bare her nipple if she moved wrong. The gauzy material clung to her and she blush as she looked in the mirror looking at the way very little was left to the imagination. She hoped it would be enough to keep her Master in good spirits especially since she opted for slippers instead of boots or heels. The flat shoes were understated and elegant and matched the dress. With mounting fear that her master would be displeased, she moved to do her make up.<br/><br/>She kept her makeup minimal, still proud of her natural beauty but she did have to cover a few blemishes left by Quentin's hands. The exception was her rouged lips and her darkly lined eyes. She had noticed that Quentin liked to keep eye contact when he was talking, using and even punishing her. She did not even consider that the beautiful red if her lips and those smokey lids and those sparkling blue eyes staring up at him when he arrived home might put specific thoughts into his head. She combed her hair out and braided it. She checked herself over and finding nothing out of place she tidied up the dishes in the room, returning them to the kitchen before assuming her position at the door. She knelt as it was easier on her still shaking legs. She silently thought about how happy she was to have avoided the notice of the kitchen staff when she had dropped off the dishes.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>