Zoey nodded. She hoped that the need to punish her would diminish. Barely an inch of her body did not ache from his actions and she wanted to be good so she could heal and look radiant for him, not that he seemed to mind her battered state. When he seemed to turn to thought instead of word she was asleep almost instantly. The feel of her bare body pushing against him, of her unconsciously snuggling into his warmth was most likely a welcome feeling. When he moved away a little whimper escaped her even though she did not wake. In her sleep she craved his contact.<br/><br/>Even in her sleep she tugged the blanket he offered more tightly around her. Time passed and she barely moved over than the steady rise and fall of her breasts. The remainder of the day slipped by and still she did not wake. Even when he finally returned to bed she barely stirred, although sleepy sounds of pleasure passed her soft lips when his strong hands touched her. She latched onto him when he slid into bed, pulling herself against his warmth and letting a little coo out.<br/><br/>She jerked awake at the feel of fingers drumming against her cheek and her eyes fluttered open. She almost snapped at him, her barely awake state almost letting her revert to the spoiled noble girl that she had been. Instead after the soft kiss, she murmured a sleepy "Good morning Master" and listened to her tasks. She hid her disappointment at having to go deal with the cooks and knew better than to voice anything to him. Instead she simply slid from the bed, uncaring of her nudity and walked toward the wardrobe. Her lean body stretched as she walked and she winced as sore muscles bunched. It made for a slightly awkward few steps but at the same time, with the sun falling on her skin to highlight that pale skin and the many marks she bore, she looked oddly radiant.<br/><br/>Not wanting to waste any time, she picked out a modest dress, cut to flatter her form but modest at least by comparison. She hurried from the room with a soft smile to Quentin and hurried downstairs. She actually felt rather well-rested and her aches did not seem to ache as badly. She got to the kitchen and poked her head inside.<span style="color: indigo"> "I'm here for the Master's breakfast, and he said I was to get extra for myself as well. I am right on time so I do hope there will be no issues this morning." </span>She said, overly sweetly, but with a subtle authoritative edge in her voice.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>