Zoey shook as he spoke of having her stripped and beaten with the same casual tone most people used when discussing the weather. She wanted to believe that he was not capable of such atrocity but she was beginning to have her doubts. As he moved to stand in front of her again she struggled to keep her gaze on him. She was afraid, but she tried to hide it. Aside from her eyes she was almost successful. Again, her eyes gave her away, showing just how terrified she was of his, of the whip, of having her modesty taken. When the hand holding the whip moved, she could not suppress the squeak of fear that escaped her soft lips nor the way her body cringed at the expectation of pain. When he only lay the leather against the upper swells of her breasts she blushed at her overreaction.<br/><br/>The leather felt cool against her warm skin but the slight weight seemed oppressive. She knew what that leather was capable of and again fear welled up in her. He seemed to watch her as she squirmed under the feel of the leather on her flesh and she swore she saw a brief look of amusement on his face. Zoey's slender form jerked at even the light tap of the leather against her firm yet supple breasts but even with that threat she was too stubborn to obey. Not trusting her voice to carry any manner of convincing tone, she simply shook her head no in denial of his request. She would not willingly obey his commands,  no matter what he threatened. In her mind that thought sounded strong and solid enough that she almost believed she would be able to resist his wishes.... almost. The touch of the whip on her creamy skin definitely gave her doubts though.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>