Zoey blushed at Quentin's soft compliment. It sounded condescending, but it was his way and she took it as an encouragement. She simply tightened her lips around his girthy shaft and focused on keeping her eyes looking up at him and bobbed her head up and down. Even though she gagged, she forced herself down as far as she was able, knowing that if she could not, then Quentin would simply force her. As if on cue, the moment after, she felt his hand settle on the back of her head to simply stroke her hair for the moment. She eyes fluttered shut for a second as she worked steadily, making sure to use her tongue on the underside of him as she enjoyed the soft stroke of his fingers through her hair. It was an oddly content moment with him gently touching her and moaning softly in the enjoyment of her efforts. Even with the vibrator tormenting her and making her shiver she felt peaceful.<br/><br/>It, of course, could not last. The feel of his other hand landing on her head and taking a firm grip was all the warning she received. She struggled to relax her throat and as she expected at the end of her down stroke on his cock his hips surged forward, burying another inch and making her retch loudly. Zoey could feel her nose press to his groin and she gagged again, even harder this time. Her eyes snapped open and stared p at him. They were already starting to water but mercifully he did not hold her there long. He hauled her up and she panted softly before beginning to lower herself again. Again he forced her to his base and quickly let her up. For a while that was how it went with him giving her fairly free movement except that last inch. That he took forcibly. The lewd language and the vibrator buzzing merrily away between her legs made it hard to focus and several times she lost the thought to keep her throat relaxed and found herself gagging exceptionally hard.<br/><br/>Her pleasure crested higher and higher thanks to the ceaseless toy and strangled moans vibrated along the length of his deeply buried shaft. He was losing himself to the pleasure of her mouth and took full control of her head. It was hard to concentrate but she managed to relax her neck and simply let him have his way with her while she gagged and moaned with tears streaming from her watering eyes. She could not help it now and her throat tightened as she tried to cry out in pleasure and need. It did not stop her Master though and if anything seemed to goad him further to slam himself into her wet, clutching throat. He growled down at her as he savagely thrust into her as deeply as he could before holding deeply. She felt him pulse against her tongue and cheeks and a split second later she felt his release coating the back of her throat. It was a thick mass and she struggled to swallow even as he pulled back and she felt several moan pulses splatter her face and add to the mess of saliva already marking her chest.<br/><br/>The former noble knelt there and Quentin could not be sure that she even knew that he had released. She looked much focused straight ahead and her mouth hung open. She was panting harshly and her eyes finally flicked to him.<span style="color: indigo"> "Th-thank you Sir."</span>she repeated and her master could see the way she was tensed. It was almost as if she was going to lunge at him until he realized that she was desperately trying to hold herself still. Under all that he had trained and beaten out of her were some vestiges of the noble girl she had been. She could not let herself simply buck and grind as the toy pushed her more and more.<span style="color: indigo"> "Please Master Quentin! Please may I..?" </span>She whimpered, her voice sounding hoarse from his use of her throat but still beautiful in her need.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>