The words that echoed in her ears had her blushing fiercely. Even though he could not have understood the words themselves the meaning had been clear. Her need shone through with every movement and twitch of her body and in her beautiful green gaze even more so. She was in need and she did not care about the way that his cock punished her to give her that pleasure. Her eyes squeezed shut and she squealed desperately against the gag when the handle of the switch ground into her swollen clit.<br/><br/>Zoey howled and her hips bucked wildly as he ruthlessly tortured the raw, aching nerves. Her legs tensed but did not try to close and the soft muscles of her flat stomach spasmed as she fought to breathe. The pleasure was too much. The pain was too much. Her Master was definitely too much. She could not bear it. Her back arched and her natural grace seemed to abandon her to leave her jerking and thrashing randomly as she fought the pleasure. She begged, panicking, for him to grant her release before she could not take it any longer and her body made her mind up for her. She did so desperately want to be good. Maybe if she was good enough, Quentin would not let Lady Hargrave touch her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>